Running

I'm running.

I'm taking it one, quick stride at a time, pulling in air, pushing out air... running.

I'm dragging my body across the ground, moving as fast as humanly possible, and getting past everything that I go through.

I'm dying, because my air's running out, my lungs are bleeding, and I think the bruises on my legs are started to pull me down practising, so I can win marathons.

No, I'm just running.

Just simple left-foot-right-foot thump-thump-thump on the ground, going where ever.

Just simple air-in-air-out, heart-beating, legs moving.

Just simple, primitive GO GO GO!

I'm running, but I'm still not moving faster enough.

I'm not bleeding enough, yet. I'm not crying.

I'm not moving fast enough.