I like to run
Not because it helps me think
Or it helps me calm down
Walking
Gives me too much time to think
About all the ways the world is ******* up
When I run
All I think about is
How the flowers seem alive and the cracks on the sidewalk are
Actually beautiful
I like to run
Because when I run
The world that is drowning seems to have finally taken a
Breath
And I’d like to be apart of a world that breathes every once in a while
So one day
I’m going to run.
(h.l.)