I want to run.
        Run with all the force and might my frail body can muster.

        Run.
        As my chest heaves with it's last ragged breaths.
        My legs burn with all the intensity of fiery Pompeii.
        My feet bleed from the jagged rocks and thorns that have worn their way through my soles.
  
        But I don't care.

I Just want to run.
        And ONLY when my body collapses,unable to move another muscle, will I be content to rest.

        Until I gain enough strength to Run again.