on mostly flat land. a book about postmodernism challenges your thoughts on this, the first day in 5 you haven’t killed yourself exercising because the break is over and you’re back at work. so if you want to keep up the mileage you have to do something drastic. painful even. to most people, downright stupid.

poetry

and thats how you found yourself
awake at 5:30 in the morning
freezing to a shake in your shoes
wondering if you have what it takes
to find joy in the sleep deprivation
and the strenuous endlessness of the
road ahead as you ignore red lights
and head for the hills hoping to
return before the sunrise.

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