Run on fallen leaves.
So dry, so crunchy that break in pieces under my feet. So soft that feel like walking on the sea. So dreamy, that I forget all wrongs around me. Still wonder when will this end, whether my body will ever get used to it, if things will get back to where they were or if this needless pain is worth at all?
I can't help punishing me, I can't stop the tears just like trees can do nothing about their leaves. I'm luckier, though. He is always there, to dry my face. Making the effort worth.
There's a long life in front of us. I need my bones in place, to run among the reddish grass in the years to come. So that's how F/W'10 looks like for me. Mjukisbyxor + sneakers to feel free. The lycra, does not question my size; the wind shield, hides my inconveniently bloated tummy while the sneakers, cater my sensitive toes. It isn't glamourous but, as his arms around me: it's all I need to keep fighting.
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