Chasing Silence on Screaming Legs
I don’t run for fitness or goals but run to escape. I need to feel the pain in my bones, the burn in my muscles. Every part of me must scream to drown out the noise inside. I run because staying still means facing what I’m not ready to confront.
With every step, I try to outpace the chaos. I run not towards something but away from memories, expectations, questions with no answers. The road stretches far but the weight I carry keeps pulling me back. Still, I run. Harder. Faster. Longer.
It’s a desperate rhythm. Breath, stride, pain, release. And maybe, somewhere between the ache and exhaustion, I’ll find a kind of peace. Not the kind that stays but the kind that reminds me I’m still alive.
This isn’t just a run. It’s a fight. A release. A reminder.
