Hurricane Drunk.

I have to say this has been the most refreshing first day of track season yet. 


No walls. Can keep me protected. No sleep. Nothing between me and the rain.

Truthfully, I've felt much stronger as a runner than today. But running figure eights for the first time in weeks really helps my mental health. I've been backed up against a wall for the past few weeks, and getting to pound out a few hills seems to have started to clear my mind. I forget how amazing it is to wake up and listen to the birds, smell the grass. Watch the sun rise in the distance as it paints the sky with miraculous colors that only an artist could dream of.

And you can't save me now. I'm in the grip of a hurricane. I'm gonna blow myself away.
  
And it's a strange feeling, watching the others hustle around you to get ready for school. It's weird merging with the morning rush to go home for a little while. Late arrival won't be with me for very long, but it's intoxicating poison has already started seeping into my bloodstream. I better see my counselor soon!

And now I'm getting hungry...

I brace myself. Cause I know it's going to hurt. But I'd like to think, at least things can't get any worse.

For now, I'm content. I'm alright. I can see dust on the horizon starting to bounce and swirl with activity. I know there is something coming. I just don't know what. Or when. And I don't like that. But I can lie and say I'm not interested in what could be going on.
I just wish I knew what it was.

And I never felt so alive, and so...dead.

I'm tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a shower. But now is not the time to be weak. 

Let the second semester begin.