Truly Happened


I've run, I've ran, in multitudes of enigmas like a madman and I cannot begin to exclaim the many times I've condoned the breathless delirious bliss of pleasure when passing a finish line. There's just something when it comes to being soaked drunk in satisfaction. I've ran, hoping to output more than my peers, to reach that place called nirvana. I've run so hard that I heard the voice of eternity as I ran, I promise you I heard it. What followed was images, provided by the almost loomed light barely seeping through the irrefutable parallax that, with little movement regarding myself and the wind, stood in view of the blue crescent moon dangling gently low with its hues liquescent.

An obscure disquiet lingered, in that silence I ran, chasing that steeply widening vista in hopes to hear its hum like an astartes starbounded instrument playing with the strings of my heart as if it were a drum. I just need my heart to beat…one…last…time. Here I run within the confines of time and the relevancy of its...