i will rise.
I was asleep when I awoke about 2:30 a.m. with the want to run. Because I wanted to run away from all of my thoughts and imagine myself sprinting through a forest with big trees and nothing standing in my way, not even a stone under my feet. I wanted to get away from all of the responsibilities that were weighing on me, as well as the opinions of others. I want to run away and feel my heartbeat, the tears falling from my eyes, and the moist air hitting my face as my feet race at an unknown speed. I want to flee from life like a hummingbird, flying away as fast as I can. I want to run till my feet bleed and my throat becomes parched. I want to run to the ends of the earth, feeling the fertile soil beneath my feet and the sky above me. I will run on days when it rains and hails. And I shall continue to hope. I'll keep hoping for water, hoping for the sores on my leg to heal, yearning for much more running, and wondering how far I can go. I'll keep hoping despite all of the numb...
