Running.

There’s only one thing ,
That didn’t only make my days ,
But that made me ,
That made my world ,
That didn’t contribute to my life ,
But made me a whole new life ,
And i know I’m gonna write and film loads about it in the future ,
But for now , I’ll stick to it , even if I’m late ,
There’s only one thing that made me flow above the wind , beyond the people ,
Move as the stars dance by ,
Feel the blood from my toes ,
Feel the pain of avoiding it ,
The thing that i didn’t find , but found me ,
The one that i needed and i wanted , and i craved from a long long time ago ,
The one thing that made me alive this year ,
Running .
Running with the wind , with pain , blood , tears , with aches , with spits ,
Running to nowhere , with no purpose , with no meaning , without anything , while holding everything ,
Without any reason to run but just to run ,
To forget about yourself and thyself ,
To forget about this place ,
To tear your body ,
To be somewhere in this where ,
To be whole in this mess ,
Only one thing made the difference ,
And was it , madly ,
It found me ,
The true me , the one i wouldn’t know without it ,
The one i wouldn’t and will never reach without it ,
Where no matter how long it is , hard , you just crave more miles and more sweating ,
That no matter how much you and the others would cuss it , you put on your shoes the next days and go soar by it ,
I’m z ,
I’m a human , i don’t know where i stand ,
I don’t know where i belong , i know it’s not here , and i don’t know if it is my thing , but i like drinking tea , i like pomegranate , i like standing by the shore , i like writing sometimes and sometimes lately I’ve been getting to this new thing , that made another me i don’t know , but I’m glad he existed ,
I run.