I'm so empty it hurts, and so frightened. My mind keeps saying: "If I ever get out of this, I'll never, never be hungry again" and then the dream goes off into a gray mist and I'm running, running in the mist, running so hard my heart's about to burst and something is chasing me, and I can't breathe but I keep thinking that if I can just get there, I'll be safe. But I don't know where I'm trying to get to.
~Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
3 comments:
Stealing that. Thanks for sharing!
right on. this strikes a cord with me especially since my identity was tied up in running up until a couple of months ago...i ran, and ran, and ran and it was the only time i could quiet my emotions enough to feel marginally happy. but i never got anywhere. now, i can't run. i have to sit a lot. i have to remain IN my feelings. it sucks. but i think, somehow (feels like i'm being pushed in a wheelchair by Someone), i'm getting somewhere.
I love Gone with the Wind. Scarlett is such an interesting heroine.
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