I Run

Draining away the last bits of emotion from his sweat drenched body, the coldest of showers impinged and pierced his dry, cracked and torn bits of skin that resembled loose bits of soil after a dry absorbing summer. His vision that was fuzzy turned hazier, as pain that squeezed out of his heart oozed out as tears from his eyes and refused to cease. Numb lay his palms on his bent knees. His frozen finger tips and ears resembled chopped beets with little tactile sense. His tongue distinguished the distinct taste of blood that quietly slipped from the cracked lips of his, preserving it's identity among the salty drops of tears that rolled down his cheeks and drops of rain that dripped down his long hair. There he stood, on the top of a cliff, gasping, as his lungs screamed for breath, on a cold winter evening, after his first 20k run. He felt his heart that pounded relentlessly to break the shackles of sorrow that stripped him of his naivety. His legs succumbed and jolted like plucked strings and refused to move as if glued to the earth. Bare feet of his pierced by rocks, torn by thorns and worn out of skin felt like standing on shattered pieces of broken glass and began to sink as the soil beneath them began eroding. So intense and immense was his pain that he could barely stand as he tried to locate his house that appeared to be light years away. It awaited no one, neither did this stoic world. His body was in shreds, bound together by narrow little life threads with countless gaps gaping, through which his soul began escaping, for whose taking?

He weeped as the memories of her fresh entrancing redolence, her bright charismatic hexing eyes stormed into his pysche like blood gushes out from a deep cut. "Where are the tree branches that swayed in cadence to welcome us as we walked hand in hand under them? Where are the mellow winds that comforted us with the nourishing fragrance of flora? Where are the waves that splashed at us, gently played the game of push and pull with us, before disappearing into thin air as bubbles, as I watched the grandeur of sunset in her serene and naive eyes? Where is the rhythmic rustling of dried leaves that once cushioned us as we lay on them next to each other? Where was the sound of chirping birds that once gathered at dusk to enviously tattle of our romance?", he wailed as he relived those memories, one last time. This psychic agony beclouded the physical pain of his into oblivion as her dewy eyes, that once promised to never desert him, swarmed and stung him like an erst of bees. The sky roared and sparked incessantly in his empathy as he resolved to allay those memories into the darkest attics of his heart and move on, for life it is, in this moment I remain, in the next, I perish.