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wow

i haven’t experienced that in a long time. For the time being, i’ll define “that” as, barely being able to open my eyes but really being able to open them, layering up, grabbing the keys, lacing up, hitting that brisk air, taking off…

made my way as usual down the hill then back up the two hills, pushing every stride harder till i reach the peak. taking in the cooler air or lack thereof before pushing my edge once again going back down. It felt good to live out pictures. I truly was looking for the next hill, just so i could experience it all again. That’s when my story takes the wrong turn into the eerie wooded area with weird brightly lit eyes staring back at you. The singing tree got me, eventhough i was expecting it. The corridors got my scratchy steps and sent em back at me. I got to the top and decided to turn around after losing interest.. plus i didn’t exactly have the best idea of the dark versus lit spots on campus. All while more than half my suite were tucked away in their sheets, and the less than half that were still awake? probably wondering why in all of the world is this fool going running now. at 2 in the morning. You can’t explain love, that’s why.

Needed that run. Just finished my essay about an hour ago, and it’s been rough. Rough like sand under your shoes on top of concrete. Rough like dragging your fingernails on the hard carpet at school. I have to keep reminding myself that i will still wake up tomorrow. and again.

I’ve noticed I rarely write about how great times reflect my identity. So let me think, tomorrow–i have 4 classes, and a 8am. Nevermind, i’ll save that great moment for another day Hah.

stay hungry friends,
lum.

~ by lum. on 6.October.2009.