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Tonight the winter wind was different. It had a freezing temperature but the feel of an inspiring summer breeze. I sat on the closest bench I could find, with my head in my hands and the only thing I wanted was to run. I don't know where to or for how long, I just wanted the momentum of speed to pass through my body. And I remembered when I was younger and I would hear all of the love songs on the radio and how badly I wished I had someone to feel them for. And now I wish there was no one at all to feel for.
I think about all the things I was and all the things I could be and how right now I am nothing but stuck in the middle ground with no idea why. I'm beginning to think that the inspiring people I've met were the change in me, but now they are gone and replaced by winter's cold. Except for tonight; there was a chill and there were answers. If I know there is more than this and have experienced it, why then have I trapped myself in the present?
I think about all the things I was and all the things I could be and how right now I am nothing but stuck in the middle ground with no idea why. I'm beginning to think that the inspiring people I've met were the change in me, but now they are gone and replaced by winter's cold. Except for tonight; there was a chill and there were answers. If I know there is more than this and have experienced it, why then have I trapped myself in the present?