Sprinting

Sometimes life is a footrace; a footrace that is against ghosts with an ambiguous route.
Sometimes that race isn't competitive at all.
Sometimes it's about style.

Sometimes it's about living.
Sometimes it's about being life-like.

Sometimes it lends itself to perfection,
of form, of chaos, of eccentrism, of monotony.

Sometimes this race bleeds you out.
Sometimes it feeds the vampires.
Sometimes you grow stronger from the bite, the weakness, the renewal.



Enjoi your time here...