inspiration memoirs

Not just a run

The force of creation thrusts within your body as you run towards peace of mind. You focus on the burn as your muscles contract and you gain speed and push further. There is no end to this race except the break of your breath. The mind shuts off as percussion intensifies and your breath deepens. All the disturbed elements of your body systemically unite to form a functioning whole. You are in control of yourself as foreign as it seems. Mind drowned by flesh and you love it.
So this run becomes a habit, a newly found tool helping you gather your composure, in a world thoroughly out of control.

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