I am taking part in a lifelong running competition,

its me against the passing days,

and the passing days always seem to have atleast one foot ahead of me,

i run untill i taste the blood in my mouth,

but it does not matter,

its a competion i cannot win,

in reality i cant even compete

how can you compete in something

if theres no chance of you winning,

how can i compare my strenght and wisdom against something

thats uncontrollable endless and out of my hands,

its not a competetion,

its the donkey chasing after the carrot,

held in front of its mouth by a man on his back with a stick.

Lately the days have felt patriculary ungraspable, they have felt like this unthouchable substance that is supposed to have a form but that, when i reach for it with my hands, just slips through my fingers. Life is happening in front of my eyes, its beating in my heart, slowly passing in front of my eyes. Its not a bad thing. I am just surprised how the secret of life is just the fact that its happening now, and nobody acts like thats the case. We are always talking about days, weeks and months, we are never talking about the thing thats in our hands right now! Life! In pure form!

With something,

hard to put into words in his eyes,

he gives me a quick look,

looks through me and past me,

but then focuses on my costume once more,

meets my gaze,

says,

“enjoy”

a calm smile on his lips,

the world is waiting with anticipation,

all around us,

theres a vibrance in the air,

the seams of the world are bursting with stillness,

i make a wow to take the strangers word to heart,

as i do,

heaven unfolds beneath my feet,

and i float endlessly into the emptiness of my own existence,

rich in this concept we call,

life.