Running.

          When I was little I used to run. Everywhere. I was the family runner. I haven’t ran in ages, my knee cracks and creaks when I go upstairs. I hear it and watch as the bend makes a noise similar to rocks bouncing off each other. I feel my heart tighten and I miss running. I miss putting one foot in front of the other and moving. Feeling as close to a bird as humanly possible that if I keep running, getting a little faster and faster, maybe I’ll eventually push off and fly. The wind in my face the roar of music beating in my heart and guiding my pace as I imagine myself growing wings. Flying away from everything. Leaving my broken heart where I left it. I used to dream about it. Dream about running, dream about being free. I was always so happy in the dreams where I was running. A certain level of happiness I have never reached in real life. Maybe this is my sign. I think it’s time to start running again. I think it could be the one constant in my life. Something that never leaves me, never fails me. The thing that will miss me as much as I miss it. Perhaps it will give me the focus and drive I need to accomplish some other things I need to get done in my life. April 2, 2012. I Miss Ella for every reason you that you need, will start to run again.  Start putting one foot in front of the other and start moving forward.