Running to run. Moving to let it move me. Being to be free, to be unmoved by externality. Seeing without looking, feeling without holding. Letting go of beliefs, becoming, acknowledging me.
I run so my mind doesn’t run me.
I live, but not fully. Always waiting and regretting, no longer wanting what I knew, needing to be new. Growing, seeing that now, too.
Loving because it feels so much better than fighting. Laughing, but so close to crying.
These thoughts are fleeting – so much not saying – but eager to reach higher, live truer, in this adventure, not escaping the past nor predicting the future. Allowing what comes to ignite no longer giving into fright. Trying.
Nothing to fear. No one could care. It’s eternity, not a dare. Live fully, not dully. Thrive with love, passion, and compassion. Pass on your gifts, and all that uplifts.
Move to move, live to live, give to grow all that lives, grows and moves within all that loves all without.
Working out to work it out.