run

i am flying. I straighten my body and concentrate on control and form. The hill pulls my legs down faster and my feet hover above the ground's surface for a moment and set down on the pavement--an attempt at grace Eyes locked in place- burn with anger and bitter drive. Fists clenched and arms pulsing by my side. Thoughts fly by- fast, muddled and incomplete. They build and build upon one another- leading to undesired memories- My body longs to catch up with their pace. If i just lift my legs higher, extend my stride, quicken my breaths and tilt my body forward- if i could just carry myself further, if i could just move faster..If i could- would i catch up with my thoughts ?