Running.

The hardest part of living is taking breath to stay...

oh, I had a good day. Sunshine, warmth, friends. And of course, you. Echoing on the corners of my thoughts.

Silly girl, thinking you can run away from the hole in your chest. You can't escape it. Simple, and true.

Oh, but I can try. I am, after all, a fantastic runner. Denial is a friend.