Like back in these days

Like back in these days when I started running again at night. When I tried to explore the outskirts of the city on the third day, running through unkown streets, passing strange houses, freeing my mind from the old, from the garbage with which I burdened my mind that day – as I always did these times. Plaguing my mind with chaos, bombing it with random information. I ran through the alien streets, freeing my mind from the chains, digging it up from the noise in my head. For hours I ran, losing myself in the alien streets, losing my mind in the depth of reflection, not remembering myself, not remembering the way I came from. Not allowing myself to ask for the way, searching for clues by myself. For hours I ran through the outskirts, never daring to stop, ignoring the red traffic lights, risking myself, but not giving up. Running through the rain and enjoying the ache, the coldness, the moistness, enjoying that I felt - my environment, felt myself. Finding familiarity, finding the way, feeling the urge to go slower, but going faster, not stopping, not letting the adversities overcome my will. Realizing, what covers my thought, realizing future events. The goal in sight. Stumbling a last time when hearing the moaning from windows above. Home.

Home, finally I’m home…