Friday, September 3, 2010

7 in the morning, I go for a walk alone and suddenly BAM. I'm running. Because Running, you see, is apparently the Love of my Life.Such delicate realisations have a way of surfacing at times when you are least expecting an epiphany- in unsuitable clothes, floaters that have made you trip countless number of times during their lifespan, with a phone you JUST CANNOT drop/break/ruin if you had to see the light of another such day, and very aware of the fact that the comfort of the hug you'd been hoping to collapse into at the end of the track is, well, a mirage.

Well at least the phone is sort of alive.
But God, I need to go running more often.

2 comments:

purple deepens.. said...

Haha! You write so well Shipgirl.

P i x i e said...

whoa...i wanna run at the mornin too...but mom just won't let me >_<