Running again.
Hello my old friend.
Hello my only source of inner silence.
Hello my darkest dreary self with which to fight
with whom I struggle
and whom I should love, without second thought.
You and me. We run.
We did not fight tonight, nor even were we seperate.
Just road, and placing of feet
and observing breath
and laughing at song choice
and being warmed by motion
and reassured by not failing
and being self.
Hello old friend.
I'm sorry to have been absent for so long.