Thursday, 9 July 2009

So I ran......

So I ran and ran and ran until I could run no more, and when I finally came to a halt I could smell the sea, the sun, the tigers and their cubs all at once. I took it in but then I exhaled and vowed to never inhale again. This was it. I wanted nothing more to do with Oxygen. My thoughts ran weak, and I could tell from the way the sky sneered that it was all coming to a miserable end. An end that was more photogenic than I could have imagined. It was beautiful in a very vicious way. A calm yet chaotic demise with no witnesses but pure thought. What was I to do? Take a picture? Write a note? What difference does it make? It will all be lost and forgotten. And yet a part of me wanted to document this tragedy for whatever reason the hindsight of death may offer. Just incase. You know. Just in case.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

"I wanted nothing more to do with Oxygen"

Bah. I know how you feel. Bloody Oxygen. Filling up my lungs and keeping me alive. More Carbon Dioxide I say. Death to Oxygen!

Anonymous said...

Running hurts the lungs and such i think.

Razzle said...

Oxygen is getting on my nerves, always following me around and whatnot, need some space to breathe, u know what i mean?

Running sure is hard. Tried it for a while. Wasn't for me.

SoggyCereal said...

LOL raz! I agree! oxygen is too clingy! too close for comfort!LMFAO!