Run

Maybe these streets meant something to me once but right now they exist to disappear underneath my feet. Trying to cushion the contact with concrete as my ankles buckle and roll but never twist. I was someone once, someone whose thoughts stewed in static pools, someone with opinions and observations to share with the world in one excited breath. But now I'm sedated on endorphins and amped up on adrenaline, bombs going off in succession in my dumb and happy brain. Can't stop my arms and legs from the back and forth and now I am going, going on one thought: breathe. Feels better a lot better than thinking about the pain.