apostaday: race

>> Tuesday, June 29, 2010

nostrils flaring. breaths coming out in short spurts.

looking around i realize i'm not the only one, many swooshing elbows form a perfect line, many sweat beads create a shimmering pool of passion, pride, helplessness and certain uncertainty. as i run, memories and thoughts flash through my mind as experiences and opportunities fly past barely kissing my cheek. first loves, first kisses, first words, first secrets, first intense bonding, first musical notes, first cries, first serene contemplations and first hates are like cloud wisps in the sky, beautiful but barely noticeable.
we're all in this race of life.
racing to finish.
who will be the first to die?


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