We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

If you're going to while away the years, it's far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive then in a fog, and I believe #‎ running helps you to do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.