I had something to think about.
Make that an even Six.
So I ran.
I got as far as the Highschool track. The gravel crunched nicely as I lapped around. One, two, three, a fourth and the pulse in my wrists and on the inside of my knees was visible.
I race my mind, but it beats me every time.
The circles are stifling so I take off.
Nowhere in particular, maybe the ocean, maybe a rooftop, maybe I'll create my own landscape. It doesn't matter now.
My heartbeat, a fist, battering down the walls of my head. In a warm, friendly way.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks. And yourself?"
That's not really what I wanted to say.
'This is where the world drops off' says the sign.
I wanted to see what was underneath so I shimmied on down.
The rest is between me and the pavement..