Today, I escaped reality.
Feet threaded to the grass, I watched as the sky tied up the sunlight with blue and pink ribbons, carefully dotting the view above me with platinum jewels. The day had met its curtain call, and the fabric of time itself was stitched up in my watching.
The breeze stroked my cheeks as I stood, offering the hand of liberation, ushering its release through my skin.
And then I ran.
I ran so fast that it whistled with every tread. Like a crowd cheering me forward, it called me on as I paced over the crunchy leaves and the rolling roots embedded in my course. And just like the empty forest, nothing else ran through my mind.
I came because I’d forgotten how to live.
I stayed because I remembered how to be free.
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