Your breath billows in the cool, morning air,
nothing but the sound of your beating heart and
the blood
rushing through your veins.
Faster than you could ever dream of
running.
That's what you do, you know.
I run until I feel sick.
I pull a muscle (the pain),
but I keep on running.
I think I'm getting stronger,
that I can run further until
I fall and sprain it.
Out of commission.
