Run

I want to feel the wind brushing past my hair, the burn of my muscles moving again and again. I want to feel my feet beating the ground and the blur as the world moves by. I want to run, to run as fast as I can. I want to fly along the street and through the park until I run out of breath and slow down with a helpless giggle and a gasping breath. I want to feel the heat washing over my body and my heart beating fast. I want to feel free.