Wednesday, September 14, 2011

dear henry...

i feel the need to confess. to purge my soul, which is heavy with the burden i now carry.

i was lying before, when i said i can't wait to run tonight after work. i said it, but i knew it wasn't true. i knew it was a lie. i knew i would much prefer to run on asphalt in 55-degree temperatures, the wind in my face and the sun setting as the earth calms and relaxes after a long day.

i feel better now. maybe now i can sleep.

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