I take the cold
I take the cold by running faster. And when I do, it’s like the air around me is in the shape of a tear. Sometimes, it’s just a breeze. I’m not going to lie, I’ve never been much of a runner, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to be. The way I feel, the way I think, it’s not fair. I’m not a fish. I’m a mammal. I should be able to be able to do anything. But, I’m stuck in a cold world. I know it’s not my fault, but it’s still hard to bear. I’m not the only one, though. I think I’m the only one who knows. It’s a secret. People who know me might say that I’m odd. But, I’m not the only one. It’s a secret. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The only thing I know is that I have to run. I run and run and run. I never get tired, but I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m not alone. I know that. I just wish I could find someone to run with. Do you have a secret? Maybe you can share it with me.