Run Away

Running is the only thing that makes my life tick.

I love how air parts for my arrival; how wind streamlines my curls into a whip behind me; how my muscles strain from running too fast; how the world blurs into a homogeneous picturesque scene; how time seems to stop.

And how it provides me with an illusion to escape from reality.

I love running for the illusion it gives me.

Yeah, like which nutcase will like something for an illusion

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