I feel isolated.
I don’t feel the walls closing in.
Nothing like that.
Nothing dangerous.
A bit of dread.
A bit of lethargy.
I must get myself out of this.
I need to visit a friend.
He is wizened.
Exercise too.
I’m an addict.
Just run, its that easy.
Run from your problems.
I can run.
Some people cannot.
I can. I can run.
But I don’t get anywhere anymore.
I get back here.
I’m happy.
I need to focus on these thoughts,
I should put them to good use.
Jogging, its over so fast.
My cure. Head quelled.
Legs ache.
Hands cold.
Back straight.

Until the next time I need to.
Eat, sleep, say the wrong things.

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