Pain Ovulating Running From dawn to dusk

If you take one foot forward, the other will advance one step further. The foot is off the ground, stop contact with the earth, and the partner will stand firm in it. Safe passage leads to another. And when you want to realize you're walking. Freeze

ether around you, look at the bodies, objects held by the breath of god, we created some thousands of years. But keep going. No matter where you go. Does it matter? Mind going forward, no prizes, no glory, no applause. There is no heavenly reward. And

foot tingling feeling. Increasingly less time in the ground, he slides faster. A small jump, and a brief but intense airborne. Gravity reminds you whereTAS subject, but you can jump again. Now forward, away leg of another. A big leap. I seem lighter and more fun. And a childhood memory in a flash back nostalgic.

The steps are longer, and for a brief moment you are suspended in a vacuum, to return to playing field. You're not walking, you're jumping. Forward. And faster and faster. The heart quickens, the eyes become brighter, and dreams are stirred as the temperature revitalizing uploads.

Now you're running. Permeate both legs in unison, rhythmically. Almost without realizing the wind hits your face as affectionate slap on the back that gives you a friend. A friend who welcomes you. A slight sonrisa sticking out your face and a small tear escapes your eye, lagging. Treasuring a little sadness, saying goodbye while watching you walk away.

and run, run without stopping, without paying attention to the flip flops are the best shoes for running, or bloody wounds. Because it does not matter now. Matter because I like to run. That child is having fun. And over your head the stars and moon are spinning in the sky to awaken the imagination ...

** I have many plans, short and long term. I do not know if successful. But long ago he had no plans that thrills me. And to think that loneliness may disappear someday.