Few have ventured beyond one’s comfort. Those who avoid the structure of imbalance fail to find ones footing. The meticulousness of procedure at the doorstep. One lace weaves over another. Tightening of one before another. Pressuring the sole to insole. Creating security.Building confidence. Less second-guessing. The challenge is what’s next. Left Right Left Right Left Right. You stop thinking. You start doing. Walking is too easy. The rhythm is constant. You know what’s next. Pick up the pace. Breathe harder. RUN RUN RUN.The grass becomes a blur. Where you were 2 seconds ago doesn’t matter. You are there now. Now here, now. Now has past. It’s beyond concern. You’ve become more tuned to the moments where your feet lift from the ground. Weightless. Your hair lifts. Your clothes, your body, your mind forgets what gravity is. You forget where you are. Remember how you were. Blurs, visions, scents, touches, a flood of flashes, rushing, tumbling, one after another. There’s no cohesion. No arc. No start or end. What’s next? This is next. Now you’re next. Where are you? Left Right Left Right Left Right Left Right, Stop light. Brutalism where a field should be. 1st law fights you. You didn’t want to stop. The high was too addictive. Even if just for a second. Even if for just a second you forget everything and remember it all. Running around.