I used to love running when I was a kid.
It was one of the things I was good at.
Then came asthma, rattling coughs and wheezes, and those moments of the wind tearing through my hair stopped.
I love car rides. I can put my head out of the window and watch the world rush by.
I wanted to run. Once. Away away away.
But then, there was that asthma again.
Sometimes I wonder if I hide behind it or not.
Sometimes I know I do. Not sure of the certainties of it all.
And there's this part, and I know I would love to run again. But what to do when my will to run is lost? What to do when I realize that this whole time I was wishing to run, I was trying to talk myself in circles and coming back to where I came from?
Something is wrong here. Something is wrong.
This road wasn't supposed to circle. It was supposed to open out. Where did I go wrong?