Run

I want to run too fast and fall too hard. I want to land flat on my face, stand up, brush off, and take off running again. I want to run until it feels like I’m flying. Until my breath is steadied and it’s all second nature. I want to do everything I’m never supposed to do to my heart. Because it’s already broken, so what harm can I do? It’s already shattered, shredded, crushed, and blackened. Hardened into an unmoving stone. So why shouldn’t I run? Run until my legs give out and my cheeks are stained with the grooves of tears locked within my soul for years. Run until there’s nothing left but the sun and the sky, the earth and my breath. Until I’m all alone, like I’ve always been. But I’m free and I’m far from the chains of my home.

Just my universe