Saturday, December 8

Bitting Bugs...

Memories - Bugs that come and go without warnings.

Same park; same exercise; same route. What's different?
Process: A lone jog
Feeling: It is no longer happiness. Bugs were bitting - very step of the jog hurts. Lethargic.
State of mind: To complete the route of torture asap.


[跑步是一项运动。但对我而言,它是被无数回忆环绕着的一项运动…]

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