when I am far away from my body, I like to imagine that I am running in a field. The air is warm and gentle, the grass is tall and soft. The sun is warming the top of my head. And I am running. I have no place to get to, but I run like it’s the destination of a lifetime.
I run because that’s what I want to do. I run because that’s where I want to be.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
when I am far away from my body, I like to imagine that I am running in a field. The air is warm and gentle, the grass is tall and soft. The sun is warming the top of my head. And I am running. I have no place to get to, but I run like it’s the destination of a lifetime.
I run because that’s what I want to do. I run because that’s where I want to be.
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