Out of breath, finally I can walk a little. I was running through this park for a while I never thought I would come to an end where I can take a breath. Running is everything, a moment to get away from everything, life. I found a short cut today to get home from the park the last time I was running so today I’m going to try it out. It’s a bit dark to go through but that can be because the sun is going down too. I wish they had some streetlights; I can barely see the other side of the tunnel. I can feel the mud and water on the ground going through my sneakers, it feels cold, slippery, but I can still walk through without falling. I slip on a rock, I didn’t see it there. My foot stepped on top and slipped to the side, I almost fell but caught myself on the walls of the tunnel. Rocky and wet, I can feel the vibrations from above, the cars racing by I can feel them but I can’t hear them, only vibration. I stand against the wall for a few, my body feels the vibrations, it feels nice. Its starting to get chilly, colder than it did at the beginning of the tunnel, it feels good to get away from the sun, the heat has been awful. Wait, I can hear myself breathing, through the echo around me, I can hear myself thinking without any other noise or sound to cloud my decisions. This feels good, I don’t even want to reach the end, I am almost there, I can feel the mud getting warmer at the bottom of my feet, am I near? I can see the sky light at the end, it has gotten darker than it did when I first walked in. I am on the outside again, where I can’t hear my thoughts, but the screeching of the tires, people talking away, dogs barking, and children laughing. I can’t hear myself. I want to hear myself again.

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