Baby we were born to run

@raina ng

It’s a perfectly quaint, slightly dark nostalgic room like a 1950s pharmacy. The bottles on the cabinet sure seemed like old-school items to lift her spirits. It wasn’t her home. It never would be. It was now or never to break free. It was now or never to be in a cold steel-furnished kitchen where she could glide her fingers and maniacally smile. No more living in the past for it was strangling her.  She was no longer meant to place her dishes in that yellow dish rack. No more. As Springsteen has noted, baby we were born to run.