5

there was always an epic beat in my head. i could hear it fall from the trees, off the hills, riding the air fearlessly. i could feel it in my legs, my knees and thighs discovering rhythm... and in my chest. always in my chest. a thumping that calls you out and builds you up. once it gets rolling it doesn't stop. it attaches itself to your very being. all i would feel was my heart destroying its frame, and the next pounding stride towards nowhere, and i would keep on rolling because i didn't have any choice. i had to run further.