I Love The Wind Bringing Me Along With It Was My Feet And Legs Work Together With My Arms, Turning Over
I love the wind bringing me along with it was my feet and legs work together with my arms, turning over at a rate so fast it acts as my own heart beat. Pain that will only last for at least 20 minutes welcomes me in a strong embrace that I will kindly welcome, leaving the door open as long as it will come and go. I work for that pain so I can receive the pride of winning personal battles. Personal records will always come and go, but running will always be my one true love. For it works with my whole body, it tells me that it loves me, giving good days with good runs. Others I will get scolded for even trying to put on spikes that many other great runners have worn before, because my time is not now and will not happen. I must be ready to achieve the level of greatness that my love wants for me. My love makes me a lion, a hunter, but also a gazelle, gracefully adapted to what I know to do. My first love will give me gifts, perseverance and stamina to complete my goals, because he only wants the best for me. But he will also make my days difficult and proud. Giving me reason to continue going ahead. To continue to love him.
Why I run
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-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)
I can't remember when there was a time where I could say that I was fine with out lying. Nothing seems to motivate me besides failure, and nothing will get me to state how I feel. Because I'd rather waste away like this rather than let you worry about if I'm alright.
I'm just not fine.
“I love you.” The only thing I’m absolutely sure of in this messed up world. And I hope the same doesn’t hold true for you because the light in your eyes is too bright to be dimmed by falling victim to this thing called love.
It has destroyed so many
I look at you and can't help but fall in love with you all over again.
I'm yours now and forever
I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.
My wounds start to heal around you
I'd like to say that I'm alive. But I can't. I feel more like a ghost as I walk through the halls, my touch barely changing anything as I go past. My voice only a whisper in the wind as I yell for help out of the repeating hell. Because to be alive, you just be doing something extraordinary. Otherwise, you become something of a shadow left to watch as everyone forgets about you.
I'd love to feel alive
I feel like I’m losing you and you can’t even see that I’m scared.
You and her are pretty close now
Why do I like you? That’s a hard question to answer. I will always have a different answer to give you when you ask because I like so much about you. From your smile to the way you laugh, even how you talk about things you love. You think I don’t notice these things but I do and they are exactly why I like you.
Because I'm in like with you
You’re worth it right? Please tell me you’re worth it… I don’t want this to be a mistake…
2 AM Thoughts
Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this so easily? You make it hard smile because you make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?
Secondhand Serenade
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