I wanted to write.
This felt like one of those moments when writing would help,
but instead i will go run,
because running is good too, sometimes.
in the cold wet winter, sometimes the pace and loud beat of my heart and the music drown out the dreary, chasing “death’s dark shadows,” as t’were, and leave room for my eyes to turn to the heavens, that my reason may return to me.
and SOMEtimes, ya just gotta move.
are you a writer? a runner? what are things you just need to do, sometimes?