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"Hey, your shoelace is off!", a housewife watering her roses shouts to me. She always minds everyone's business, except her husband's, for she doesn't know what to do about it.
Ah, never mind. I keep running.
Two old men sitting on a porch, playing chess, turn their heads to me as I pass by. One look older than the other.
The older one says, "Easy.. Take your time, young lady. There's no need to rush."
The other one exclaims, "Of course she needs to rush! You know, young lady, in no time, you'll realize you're much older like you've never known!"
I slightly look at them. I'm thinking of what they said for a while. I slow down my pace. I can hear them arguing about age and time.
Huh, what are they doing? Whether they took their time or not, they end up sitting on the same porch, playing chess together!
So, I decide, age and time don't need to be talked out, they will come eventually.
Let's not make a fuss about that.
I'm accelerating my speed now. I almost bump into a man who's on jogging. He's a well-known doctor in this neighbourhood.
"Slow down, miss. You could hurt yourself if you keep on running like that!", he says.
I throw a smile. I pass him by.
Oh, doesn't he know? This is the way I heal myself. I've been hurt a lot. Got it from anything but running.
All of a sudden, there are these images on my mind: familiar faces, familiar talks, familiar moments. Those seem so strange and feel like memories I couldn't recall in reality.
Here's what odd; whenever my mind open the memory case, my tears always come out, like a wasted water out of a machine.
And have I told you the thing I like about running is? It makes tears vanished easily. The foot taps make tears drop from your face down to the street, and the air blow-dries the tears from your skin. In no time, I'm all out of tears.
There's a little kid holding his mother hand, as they walk. The kid asks his mother, "Where is she going?"
His mother replies with a maternal voice, "I don't know, sweetheart. Must be somewhere, I think."
"Where?"
"I don't know. You know, it's kind of rude to wonder where people are going to when they don't want to tell you."
I chuckle a bit. Somewhere?
I'm not going somewhere. I'm going nowhere. I've got no place to go to. Got no home to run to. I'm just running. Can't we just simply run?
Oh, shoot!
I trip on my shoelace and I fall down on the street. I hurt my knee. Owh...
Oh my God, a motorbike is running to my direction! I don't know what to do!
Dear Lord, if this is my last time, please forgive me. Please let the people I love know that I love them so much. I'm sorry for giving them hard times. Let them know that I need to take care of myself, it's not their faults.
Then, a big blown air passes me with a loud whizzing sound of engine. The motorbike didn't hit me!
I'm alive.
Thank Goodness.
I try to get up. It still hurts a little. I take a few warming up steps to adapt my legs.
Then I run..
Originally written,
November 16th, 2009
01:00pm
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