run

adversity to change makes you bitch and hate. but easy forgetting means it easily forgot.
homesickness at home made me believe I hate it here but I forget how fucking easy life is.
to run alone, under neon lights with some approximation of breeze from the toxic seas. past indonesian maids and their little unthinking dogs, past old men with their plastic bags of dinner peering at your through their glasses. past girls and boys holding hands and cooing at each other and their iphones, hairless and gangly legs emerging from their fbts. past shirtless white men, glistening pectorals thudding with each step. the jangling of gonjasufi and some obscure french dance music impels you forward, your legs are crooked and yet you try, even though occasionally feet collide with one another. stomach cramps remind you all you need to live is this rush of endorphins from this glorious whooosh in your gut.