Mixed

My mind is thoughts racing through empty space,
Speeding up my heart too match it's pace.
The tickle in my throat grows,
Spreading to my toes,
Tightening my thighs,
Closing my dry eyes.
Im alert and I'm aware
Into darkness I blankly stare.
And though im lying down
I feel high up off the ground.
As though I am soaring to my heart beat
Tumbling through a thorned back street,
Freeing but unapologetic