BE FREE

I will admit it. I am not ok. I am tired, I need sleep. I feel angry. Nothing drastic happened to upset me, well, maybe something did, but it was not a big deal. In the mood I am now, anything could have ticked me off. I am sitting at a meeting feeling confined; confined to my chair, confined to the people around me; Confined to smiling; Confined to being civil.


I wish to be free. I need to jog. I think back to the day last week when I went jogging by the shores of the beach. It was raining. The sky was heavy and grey. I was not wearing shoes. I ran along the wet sand, my feet sinking into the mud, the waves washing over my feet. I was no longer cold. I was boiling and I was running for my life. The rain mixed with my sweat drenching me. I was not wearing glasses so I could only see what was right in front of me. I did not care. I wanted to run. I wanted to run away. 

I want to run now, but I cannot. I must sit at this meeting.