7:00 a.m.
"I get up or not? The same question every day. Do not think, just do. Action. Action. Think things most often leads you to do nothing. Get carried away, but not current.
7:15 a.m. I get to the park. Few people walking, let alone running. Warm-up exercise. I start walking. Mild temperate early-morning burst in my face. I only think about not thinking, that my footsteps guide the despair of my soul, 28 years back, my back to carry the cross of remoteness and lack chosen.
7:30 I am
list. All is calm. Has reached more people, but not see them. The music in my ears, calling me to start another day. Run. Run. And I run. The anguish with each talonazo melts into the ground. I shake the dust abysmal. I interpret. I reinvented with each breath. Exhale grudges, I aspire opportunities. Challenges. I feel alive.
8:00 a.m. departure time. Time home. A warm bath redesign my muscle structure. Sliding on my skin anxiety. And it goes down the drain, which he left. The soft feel of my lips on hers. And one day he paints will be better.
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