I did not walk away.
I ran away. As fast as I could.
It was pretty well done. I could almost taste how it feels like to be the fastest runner in the world. And all it takes for myself to feel so, is to focus only what is in front. The ending point. If I were to rate my focusing skill in this matter I would say that there is no need to rate. I am the best in this matter. I ran like never before.
Until lately.
I slowed down my pace. I ran, but without speed. It's almost like running in no medium. Yeah.
Then the run nonchalantly tired me. So I walked. So I walked.
I walked, with no velocity.
And today, I stopped, and I looked back.
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