I picked up running a couple months ago, not so that the wind could press against my skin or to machinate a path to transmit my kinetic energy into pavement
I ran because I was desperate to get out, to escape, to not have to face or remain in the losses and lovelessness that would destroy me, to push my panic away
It saved my life when the bottom had come off of an overflowing cup,
Emptied of every good except my legs so let’s empty those too
I did and I drained my body of all fluid, fear, and folly that remained within,
Gladiatorial, the enchanting idea of ‘easier’ marauding my mind with each new step
Yesterday, the love of my life told me that my new habit was hot,
Setting myself to a goal and taking care of myself and my body is attractive.
Have I run long enough for my
Confession to mutate into sweet nothings?
I must continue running, tracking the miles, meters, minutes, and mockeries of the voices inside my head
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
I picked up running a couple months ago, not so that the wind could press against my skin or to machinate a path to transmit my kinetic energy into pavement
I ran because I was desperate to get out, to escape, to not have to face or remain in the losses and lovelessness that would destroy me, to push my panic away
It saved my life when the bottom had come off of an overflowing cup,
Emptied of every good except my legs so let’s empty those too
I did and I drained my body of all fluid, fear, and folly that remained within,
Gladiatorial, the enchanting idea of ‘easier’ marauding my mind with each new step
Yesterday, the love of my life told me that my new habit was hot,
Setting myself to a goal and taking care of myself and my body is attractive.
Have I run long enough for my
Confession to mutate into sweet nothings?
I must continue running, tracking the miles, meters, minutes, and mockeries of the voices inside my head