battling with thoughts, I’m getting back my ME time and run the usual laps. Unspoken words might materialize into a written letter, but now l keep my thoughts to myself. Realizing the power of what l can create would usually give calmness, just as a finished run gives. Not this time. Wind blowing my mind still keeps the heartbeat loud and clear, l try to listen to music, but opt for the silence and a wish to keep running. There was a special dedication for a special race, now seems even more unrealistic as it was when decided to register. Never signed up for it though, only a promise never kept. #thereisnofinishline ______________________


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