He started running, hard as he could, to escape from feeling the pains of loss over his best friend’s death, but it seemed, that no matter how fast he could run, the memories of the DEAD always, catches up with him, and so, he’d, run even, faster…
And each and every time, whenever he thought, that he’d, left those memories of lost way, way, way behind, there, they all are, right in front of his face again! There’s, just no escaping them!
don’t know what he’s running from…photo from online…
He started running, first, in his dreams, he was, walking in the darkness, felt something tagging behind him, so he’d, started running, without ever, looking back to make sure, that something WAS, chasing him, he just ran and ran, and ran, through to the morn, when his alarm sounded off…
Then, the day began, he ran, physically, on the tracks of the school track fields, he was, very fast, the fastest in his grade, and as the coach commended him on how fast-like-the-wind he was able to run, he’d, forced that smirk from the corner of his lips.
He ran, into a top-notch university, with a track degree, maintained a high GPA, graduated with honors, and out he went, into the real world. Started working, and strived for excellence, and had, achieved, excellence!
trying to escape from something…not my photo still…
He ran, his whole life, and now, he’d become, old and elderly, frail, and gray, could barely walk around, and yet, there’s still, that tiny voice inside of his mind, from his earlier years, urging him, to run, faster, faster, and faster, but this time, no matter how hurried the voice became, rushing him along, his feet just, won’t move an inch! He ran, all out………
Life, the Obstacle Course 