I felt the pain underneath my feet.
The soreness kept me alive, it kept me breathing.
I wanted to forget everything.
I wanted to feel powerful.
Like if nothing could ever touch me.
But something about this wasn’t right.
“I love you.”
Those three words sounded like a cello in my mind.
A resonating sound pulsing through my body.
Why is it that my first instinc is to run?
I feel the wind pushing me forward.
Fast feet.
Fast thoughts with a fast love.
My heart aches, but my feet won’t stop.
My breath quickens.
I need to fly.
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