Tuesday, January 05, 2010
went running at 2am. i thought i can run out all my tear but instead i started crying before i start running. while i run, i cry even more. memories just keep running in my head. he ran with me before, the same route. he keeps talking to me, keep encourage me. there's this long slope when we are running back, he push me all the way and keep telling me that its not difficult. he teach me how to run properly, he teach me must land on the mid of the sole, he teach me that my hands must swing, he teach me that my breathing have to be constant, he teach me a lot a lot of things. and i just keep crying while i run. but i only manage to run till holland and i stop. i stop not because i cannot run any further, but my soul just ask me to stop. when im down or when anyone is down i think, all of us only feel like doing one thing, and that's walk. so i walked back. and i jus keep crying. i realise it feels so good to cry at night on the street. cos there's nobody looking at you. nobody will think that im insane and the weather is cooling. now i know why there are people who choose to blog. cos no one will understand hw you feel.
