Sticky heat under a clear sky,
Racing through tall grass,
Flowers and small bugs sticking to my clothes
-Run faster.
My muscles scream out in
Short gasps,
Lungs filling up with each sharp inhale
-It hurts.
Light casts shadows across barren fields
As hot water trickles down through the trees,
A vacuum of thick heat
-Keep breathing.
Cracked earth beneath my feet,
Hardly notice the rain now,
Violins and cellos play
-Stop moving.
The leaves barely stir
As I bound past them,
High from a solo race
-No competition.
I'm an avid language learner and I spend much of my free time writing in a journal and reading. When I'm not at University or work, I'm attempting to tick things off my bucket list (my most recent feat was learning to ice skate).
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