Run.
The pounding of each step on the hard, grey surface.
The ragged breath as the heart pumps faster and faster.
The music blaring, silencing the chatter, filling the void.
The sweat burning your eyes. You blink.
You run.
What are you running from?
Run from your bills. Run from your job. Run from the expectations of being a better version of you.
Run from your responsibilities. Run from the fear of failure.
What are you running from, you ask?
Nothing.
What you fail to see is what I'm running towards.
The possibilities. The promises. The positive.
I don't run because I need to catch up.
I run to stay ahead.
