Run!

I am running, running, running,

I can't cry, I cannot feel a single feeling, it's scary.

I ran with no fucking purpose, I sat down, not sweating much surprisingly,

I smelled myself and dramatically said: ah if only everyone was as efficient as Rexona, 48h with no sweaty smell of confidence and cracked a laugh at my personal show. My lungs were burning, but I was glad I felt something. This stranger sat next to me, and I realized I really really needed a hug. All this time, my body was craving a single hug. Well, I won't get any. This is a stranger, well even if it weren't a stranger, I wouldn't ask for one.