darkness coating old shoe prints,
fossilized by mud, a modern relic.
the steady pitter-patter of footsteps falling,
drawn forward, hurried
by the silent calling.
labored breath,
as beads of sweat
trickle down reddened cheeks.
tightness in my chest,
struggling to breathe.
But
I never want to stop
chasing this feeling.
sprinting forward blind,
my feet cracked and bleeding.
no destination, no plan
just the sensation of gripping
my bare toes in the sand.
or feeling the concrete beneath my soles
as I rush head first
towards everything unknown.
for when I stop
I lose the rush
palour coats my fading flush.
for the moment, it's relieving
to catch my breath
enjoy the moment
of silence in my steps
or the quell of my frantic heart beating.
yet the world continues
shift through time
I mustn't stay long
or I'll leave myself behind.
