Running
Slicked back hair
red shorts
no shirt
warm fall day
Running
from family
from work
from responsibilities
words are barely used
no tears
no arguments
just indifference
There's a better place on the top of the hill
but its not
More hills
There is a breeze
and he clutches it
it's been a long time
No one understands why he traded
comfort for pain
Normal life for change
miniscule details become important
as the breeze is now cold air
There were many paths to have taken
but he chose the easy one.
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