Spoken Word: Running
Because Running makes everything rush past.
Freshly cut lawns turning into a swath of muddied green
Maple trees…and the breeze zooming by
My paper, the argument with my mom
That quarter pound burger I devoured for lunch…
Running makes me forget that I’m running in a circle
Because how many times do we run circles in this life?
I will ask him out on a date.
No, I’m awkward…and he probably has a girlfriend/and I will pee myself/and my cat will pee herself/and rice will go down my shirt
I will write a novel over Winter Break. *shake head no*
B=5
B=5
B=5
B=5
Dammit, every time I get B=5
But it fit in the fucking Pythagorean equation
Because usually
My mind runs on the battery of inefficiency…
It leaks heat
trapped within a metal box
welded together by stress
held together by overuse
When everything starts to hurt inside,
Brow furrowed
Frown deepened
And I’m back where I started?
I escape
I RUN…
outside the box.
In-In-Out-Out
Because I think best without thinking.
In-In-Out-Out
Each thought a drop plopping
In-In-Out-Out
A river of breath