Run

Sometimes, you just have to run.
Run, run, run until your lungs ache, until you can't breath for the knife dug into your side.
Run, until your mind focuses on nothing else but the need to breathe.
Running provides something to focus on. The ground beneath your feet, the wind against your face when you go fast enough, the rush of blood beating through your veins.
Running is means you're free.
At least until you stop.
When the run is over, everything comes crashing down.
All your fears. All your doubts. Your responsibilities.
Everything that weighs you down returns, your moment of freedom forgotten beneath the burden.
The sense of being free is lost, but the longing, the urgency to run, that always remains.
And so when the moment comes, you always run.
Run until you can't run anymore.
And the mountainous weight you carry always returns on the walk home.
As does the yearning to run.