More Wanting

I want to run.

I want to strap on my iPod, lace up my shoes and hit the streets. I want to start out in the dark, quiet morning and run, with my music turned down low so that I can hear the gentle sounds of the early morning.

I want to run into the busier parts of town, with my music blaring, people hustling and bustling, me just another detail that is easily passed over as they rush off about their business - invisible.

I want to run down to the park, the sun just beginning to rise. I want to stand beside the ocean and watch the morning begin. I want to be there for a fresh beginning; a new day without any mistakes in it yet.

I want to run past the memories that haunt me. I want to run until my brain is numb and I can think of nothing else but propelling myself forward. I want to run until I no longer remember who I am and what I have done.

I want to run until I feel as though I cannot run another step, and then I want to run some more. I want to run until I am drenched with sweat, until my legs shake from the effort of holding me upright. I want to run until my body surrenders and I can do nothing but lie down and feel the sweet agony of complete and utter fatigue.

I want to run until I am no longer me...until I am nothing but an empty vessel that I can begin to fill up again - this time, with the good.

I want to run.