I run. To stop and catch my breath. To see the man idling away on a bench. To see the gravel giving away on most parts of the road. To catch someone's eye to no avail.
I run. To feel my heart settle into a rhythm. I feel my feet hit the ground. To find a patch where the air is fresh in this hard city. To hear the crick of my spine as I stretch. To wipe my sweat off my brows.
I run. To my favourite songs. To the applause of silent trees. To the scorn of dusty tracks. To the wishful thinking of abandoned buildings.
I run, just to live a little.
Run, to feel... and just to live a little :)
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