Had I thought twice before I let him take you away, you would, perhaps, be perched on some giant tree, hidden amidst foliage. That was not the case to be. The moment he bid goodbye to me, I cried – literally, but it was too late.
Of what use are those gates, if I throw it open for my refugees to be taken away? Did I make my fence a slaughterhouse? It’s as good as one, isn’t it?
Words – they are just tears on paper.
Regret – it’s useless.
Amogh M S
Often I tried to fathom – forward’s the only way
Where the Past’s breathed its last
And the clocks tick away
Into Oblivion’s Bay.
Where memories are alien,
And Hope’s the only friend.
Where toiling for ‘morrow the only way.
Aye! That was my dream,
– of a world sans echo
– of a world sans regret.
Alas! ’twas just a daze
How endearing is the past,
I wonder if we can throw it away.
If you are not the writer of this post or new here, I apologize for any misconception(s) that this blog was a place for my jogging history only.
Is it remarkable that a day off from work could be the day when you end up transforming yourself and learning to communicate better to yourself? No.
Why then, did I mention it? Probably because of the same reason I wrote all of my previous posts here – what we find amusing now becomes mundane later..
That does not mean I did not actually run today. I did – just that it’s insignificant (even at this moment).
If you are making little sense of this post, I recommend you leave this page and return after a nap.
Highways aren’t just for the thieves – it’s also for those who want to learn how to run; not run.
The delay between the previous post and this one is enough to prove that I’ve turned into a couch potato, and I have little shame in confessing it.
Buying that brand new treadmill was one hell of a running catalyst. I owe that purchase to my parents’ rocketing cholesterol levels (at least, that’s what their perception is). Since the time I got it, which happens to be yesterday, I managed to run six and half kilometers =D, and rough up my feet thanks to the high friction coefficient of the conveyer belt.
A warmer-up yesterday, and a 5K today. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s run, when I’ll hopefully be running with my iPod on.
See ya ‘morrow, https://milerunner.wordpress.com