Sometimes when I run I think of things, all sorts of things. Sometimes when I run I don’t think of anything other then the pavement in front of me or the beads of sweat forming just under my hair line waiting to drip and run down my nose. Sometimes I see what I think might happen the next day, sort out what I need to do. Sometimes all I see is the sunlight. I think I run for a reason, more then just to get in shape. I haven’t figured out yet if I’m running from my mind or trying to keep up with it. I would like to think that I’m trying to keep up with it, follow it. Maybe then it’ll take me somewhere. I hate that I always turn around at that street sign the fence on the right and to the left the winding road shaded by those tall, dark green, magnificent trees. I wish I could take more of my time admiring the beauty in everything, I wish everyone would. I have to wonder why I don’t seem to understand anything until I have it written down, until I read and re-read my own thoughts. I could go on forever about anything in my head, just to get it out. There’s always more. Maybe if I get everything down on paper I’ll have it sorted out in my head, maybe it will stay put, maybe I will just run to get in shape. |
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