At this very hour of my Friday evening, I feel empowered. It has been a long road of feeling weak, and unable to concentrate during my runs. They do not pass by me the way the concrete cracks do. I feel my legs touching the ground more, I hear my breaths fleeting my body, disembodied into every single spot I pass. At this very moment I am content with running. Around February, there has been a feeling in me, that this year, 2019, will be the year I either get close to the threshold I left in my past, or surpass it. Impulsiveness in my running is no longer as intense in the myriad of my being. My patience has been more nourished
Tonight, the paranormal activity in my head is low. Those ghosts at every corner of mind no longer put me at an anxious halt.