When the world tells you to run, listen.
Pull away from routine and heavy responsibility.
Go somewhere you've never been.
Do something that terrifies you.
Just get out.
For an hour, a day, a week.
Just run.
And so run, I will.
I will run and jump and climb
I will climb until people look like ants
Until the world is
Way
Way
Down
And the only thing left to do is
Just jump.
So I will jump
Feel the wind in my hair
Rushing, speeding enveloping my entire being
And all of this before I make a move
I will sit, and think, and wait.
Just breathe.
Breathe in the rich scent of Earth,
The scent of sunshine,
Or of freshly fallen rain,
The smells that make us run
The smells of life,
And with them,
Death
