Sometimes I run.
I just run and I can't seem to stop.
My arms glide through the fogged night air.
I don't mind my arms burning,
It feels nice,
I feel alive.
My whole body moving as a machine,
not even I can stop.
I am more alive than you.
I am as lost as you,
but I am alive.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Sometimes I run.
I just run and I can't seem to stop.
My arms glide through the fogged night air.
I don't mind my arms burning,
It feels nice,
I feel alive.
My whole body moving as a machine,
not even I can stop.
I am more alive than you.
I am as lost as you,
but I am alive.