Sometimes I just feel like running. Not to a particular place or direction but just running somewhere I would run and run as fast as I can without thinking about anything other than running no thoughts about where I'm heading how fast I'm going no thoughts about the leaving part all focused on the going just knowing that when the blurriness of the transitioning scenery fades and I take a good look around all I see is strange and comforting unfamiliarity to indulge in solitude and disconnection until my thoughts of what I left behind can catch up to me out of shape and out of breath and terrified of the unfamiliar landscape
Ready,
Get set,
