I stepped forward out of the porch and stood into the wind. I breathed in deep humped as I got into my running position. I took my phone out, got my headphones into my ear and blasted the music. I was about to break into a run, before which I pressed the large button on the stop watch and started the ascent into my world of dreams.
The wind was so cold that I could feel my cheeks and nose going red. But then how does it matter what happens if I get to levitate like this. Running wasn’t just a practice I had to do for my school athletics but something which I can depend on to buy me freedom. It is like flying to me and somehow I feel that this journey will never stop. I let go of the run only if my legs hurt unbearably, until then I don’t even realize how much time have I passed in running. I could see my parent’s stare burning into my back, watching me run away as all they wanted me to do was sit in my room and study the whole day while all I would do was argue and fight and let myself into the textured soil and mossy greens. I jumped from side to side, swishing and waving at little girls and drinking some water at a nearby public drinking-water tap. I usually let myself cool down a bit before returning to the track of retreat, but today I felt different and didn’t have any intention of going back at my house.
I continued my journey down the dusty roads and blurring pedestrians. I didn’t know where I was going or how was I going to find my way back but I knew this: I wouldn’t need these thoughts know and when the time will come, when I need to stop, I will and follow my heart because it ain’t a Google map or compass, it is mine and following it feels as natural as running.
The wind was so cold that I could feel my cheeks and nose going red. But then how does it matter what happens if I get to levitate like this. Running wasn’t just a practice I had to do for my school athletics but something which I can depend on to buy me freedom. It is like flying to me and somehow I feel that this journey will never stop. I let go of the run only if my legs hurt unbearably, until then I don’t even realize how much time have I passed in running. I could see my parent’s stare burning into my back, watching me run away as all they wanted me to do was sit in my room and study the whole day while all I would do was argue and fight and let myself into the textured soil and mossy greens. I jumped from side to side, swishing and waving at little girls and drinking some water at a nearby public drinking-water tap. I usually let myself cool down a bit before returning to the track of retreat, but today I felt different and didn’t have any intention of going back at my house.
I continued my journey down the dusty roads and blurring pedestrians. I didn’t know where I was going or how was I going to find my way back but I knew this: I wouldn’t need these thoughts know and when the time will come, when I need to stop, I will and follow my heart because it ain’t a Google map or compass, it is mine and following it feels as natural as running.
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