Feet pounding on the pavement-- yeah. A sound I've always relished, the way sneakers smack the pavement and coincide with the thrumming of my heart. Running.
I've always thought of running like a release, and yet I hold it against others. People who run away. I never looked at it. . . from my side. . . how far I run away just to keep a step ahead of all of these horrible, disheartening thoughts.
How far will I get before I realize that I've got nowhere to go, just like all these other losers?