I want to run, and run, till my insides burn. It's being so long since these legs have pained. I have running shoes too, good ones. I want the morning air to press at my lips, I want to hear the breathing, I want my sides to cramp in, I want my arms to tense, I want my hair to brush off my neck every five seconds, I want the puddles to touch my ankles. I want the force to push me back every so often, till my back hits the back of a tree, I want to fight, kick, sream, punch. I want to run, till the vains in my neck bulge, I want to run, till my heart burns.

And when I lay in my bed, I want to feel everything shake. Slowly going back to it's sleep.