Heartbeat's and Freakdance's

Thump. Thump. For a moment I place a shaking hand against my chest and try to even out my erratic heartbeats. It's a feeling I'm not used to--a feeling both uncomfortable and comfortable. A part of me is scared. My heart feels like it's rebelling against the rest of my body and trying to fly away to somewhere else. But another part of me is reveling in this feeling. I feel strangely alive; a heart sleeping now awakens and (how can I describe it?) freakdances with my ribcage. My breath shudders and I glance back down at the ground as the world sways beneath me unsteadily. My legs wobble. My lips feel dry and I run my tongue against them. I feel perspiration running across the nape of my neck; I feel my head spin madly--whizzing with thoughts. I bite my lip and temporarily close my eyes.

Someone once told me that when you're in love, your heart beats like it's on heroin.

I stop running and run a heavy hand against my forehead. I fall to the grass and look up at the sky. I can't believe I'm running at seven in the morning. I really need to get more exercise. Why am I so unhealthy? Look at my jiggling thighs.

A cloud above me floats by. It looks to me like it's in the shape of a heart.