Reverberations

That’s enough now.

I am thankful for dirt. And trails. And hills.

That’s enough now.

Inclines and sweat and the burn in the thighs as the steps make the pain go away.

It’s my own fucking fault. This need to rescue fucks up a perfectly sane individual. Let it go. Be there for yourself. Lend an ear. Be there. But do not rescue. Save only yourself; remember, the one - and only one - you have control over (ever so slightly).

Climbs the hills. Sweat. Don’t think. Pumps the legs.

That’s enough now.

And pray for pleas to be answered.

1 comments:

Jason said...

J U S T P E D A L =]