"going for a jog at eight in the morning to filter myself from all toxins previously disposed."

additionaly the story of this and everything in italics i mean parenthesis means error, the rest of the words are true because theyre mine, imagine all bolded. This morning i woke up at seven o clock because last night i promised him id come over geared in nike to prove my athleticism and over all will-power. i get very fascinated inside myself believeing that the only key to moving is looking in the mirror while having others tell me how precisely intelligent and beautiful i am. every compliment boosts me up one level, soon ill be powerful enough to do anything and for me this can be accomplished without showing my legs. i ran for approximately ten minutes. Thats all it took as the distance between me and him has always been short. i arrived on his strret breathless, bra-less, weraing a nightgown which was connected with itself a one-sy a unitard like jumper made with black silk ripped on my right thigh. my back held my bag which was equiped with with everything ive ever needed; a sports bra and short key elements for feeling ready. i gave him a missed ring tone because after a month of living in new apartments i still dont know his exact address. sometimes its better to keep things mysterious . i waited fourty seconds and felt weird about how long it took him to buzz me in. i checked myself in the mirror again though this time adjusted my hair as i felt sexier with it down blowing against wind and possibly his fingers.

i ran up two flights of stairs, it felt like ten , i was so exasperated that i could've fainted.

initially i didn't kiss him . we've been fighting about topics to hard to mention. i prefer being fed cereal while he prefers eating it. differences such as this marks the reason as to why theres any distance. i sat in bed stroking his hair rapidly. i felt all patience die, coming with that my ego. a funny feeling overcame me, the tiny particles of hair above my fingers danced vividly causing me to react though un-accordingly i fell asleep.

as promised the lights screamed open with it a laugh, his laugh, overly repeating "running in retiro" "it's time its time, i cant" i did anywyas as my eyes fought to stay shut as my body recharged slowly. i forced myself to believe in moving as if i was saving me from laying forever endlessly .