I really need to rest.
I have been running for so long now,
mainly around,
but also quite regularly,
up and down.
.
I slow and wave hello,
to plenty passing partners,
reminiscing in old tales,
success washed in failures.
.
I have also quickened.
Fastening the belt on old foes,
through a blind eye,
reliving incidents.
.
Forgiving.
Forgetting.
Remembering.
.
My feet, so sore
no longer carrying my weight
and as I drift ready to rest,
my minds eye begins to wander,
and in terror,
.
I am running even faster.
– H. O’Neill
– Joao comazzi (photo)
