Daydream

I am running.

Like a robust stag I'm stomping, like I was almost flying past these leg-high grasses, green bushes and tall trees stretching high above. The wind is brushing through my face. I'm getting closer and closer to the horizon with every stride I make.

It feels so free. I am unbridled, nothing can stop me.

I am running.

There is no fear in my heart. My pace doesn't go down. I have reached so far, far beyond what I thought I could go, and I'm still taking wide fast steps across the ground under my feet.

The light of the sun shines brightly like never before, and it's not blinding me. Instead, it gives me a clearer, more colorful view of the world.

I am running.

This is freedom. I am like an eagle on my first flight, a dolphin on my first time to see sunlight, and a blind man on my first time to see.

I'm on a journey to the edge of the Earth and I don't feel like stopping. My heart races, my breath is energized, my blood pulsing warm and fast through my veins, yet my feet keep moving. What's more, the farther I get, the farther I want to go.

I am running.

There's nothing I can hear but the whooshing wind against which I collide, and the fast tempo of the rhythm of my feet thumping against the fallen leaves, tried twigs, soil and litter blanketing the ground.

I feel strong. Rejuvenated. Revived.
...for indeed I am.

My speed causes me to see a dashing picture of the world around me. Again and again, I breathe in, breathe out, and feel the sweet air caress my lungs.

I am running.


...pure daydream.