Category Archives: Prose

Running

I am running. Sometimes I don’t even know where I’m running to. I just know that the earth beneath my feet is pounding against my soles, reminding me that I will hit the ground if I fall. Someone once told me that they ran because it reminded them that life was about feeling and living. When I run I do it to feel breathless, to have stitches and aching muscles. I want to feel the oxygen knocked out of my lungs, Continue reading