I want to get up put on some light clothes, running shoes and just run.
With no destination, and nowhere to go,
just run for the sake of running.
And while running, shouting.
At the top of my lungs.
Until I loose my voice.
Running and Shouting.
Tears will almost definitely flow.
Until my eyes are dry and sore from the wind.
Running and crying.
Then just running.
Until I run out of breath.
I'll stop, feel sick from exhaustion.
And then run some more.
Force my legs to move.
To carry my wieght forward.
Out of pure rebellion at how I can be out of breath.
Running, against all the signs my body is giving me to stop.
Running, long after my legs go numb.
Running, with every breath I take burning my lungs.
Running, until dizziness forces me to stop.
And I'll stop.
I'll lean on my knees.
I'll breath deeply.
But only after I'd have run.
Run as far as I could.
I'd have let everything out.
Only then will I smile.