somehow running makes me think of nothing, but just putting my left foot forward then my right food and the cycle repeats itself. admiring the scenery, watching people pass by one by one as the skylight fades into the darkness, how the reality seems to distance away as you press on; you think nothing.
imagine memories, feelings, studies, family all compressed within a ball and thrown within the depths of the deep blue sea. gradually, as you finish your run, somehow the ball floats back, somehow you pick it up, and somehow the reality explodes on you.
you can never run away.