a puddle—

jump!

bushes filled with flowers of many. in a diverse colorful way was presented. pleasing imagery of bloom and pondered happiness.

you smell each of them.

you smile.

you enjoyed the odor of the fresh smell of flowers and leaves being dampened after a long period of rain. you ignore the beeps and honks of vehicles speeding up and running across a bunch of no-time people. they drive that it seems there will be no tomorrow.

and so, you give a thought to it as you walk on an isolated sidewalk under a strong ambiance of heat.

you wanted to live as there will be no tomorrow. you walk as if there will be no tomorrow with a complacent fact that you’ll walk again. you think as if there is no time to do so.

and you run. faster!

run as if there is something behind you. run as if you lose life as time goes by. run, o, run hastily without any hesitation. run, as if you’ll die if you stop.

you run wildly that everything moves in a blur. you run swiftly that your vision only sets to the ambiance of green nature. you run and what you only see is what place you wanted to be. as if there are no places of rest to consider, but a destination to remember. you move like there is no morning to rise. you run as the wind passes on your face and your sweat flows, and blood blends with the pain of your knees and ankles running endlessly. you invalidated walking as if time will eat you alive if it catches you.

but you get tired. because you are not a bunch of systems, not mechanical pieces that were put all together to function in a way that it was intended to be; even without pause or any of such. so you slow down running. yet you still catch your breath. you still catch things you forgot to think about.

so you pause. you sit as, in a short moment, you embrace things that already got into clarity. you now rejoice for the settled blur image that you really wanted to enjoy if you just stopped by in the middle of your run. you embrace pause as you have already caught your breath. you rest yourself at ease and replenish what you’ve got lost in the middle of the way.

and now you have the opportunity to gain back what’s yours as it was taken by the passerby whom you meet in the middle of the way unknowingly, you walk as if you’re gonna lose your feet if you run.

because now you’ve come into your senses that as long as you move, and as long as you keep your eyes set on the greater good, there is no time be man waste. for a purposeful run and a purposeful rest is never a waste of time.

complacency is never a trait of a runner in the busy streets of the metro. as if any moment a rain will wipe—with downpour—all thing that is visible in your naked eyes.

but you have grasped the importance of breathing, as now that the clouds are darkening, you know there is no need to surrender yourself to agony for the sake of your journey. you rest, and you lay down your tired feet.

take a break from the things you aren’t capable to sway. breathe a while from the things you can’t quite place. survival could be for the fittest, yet living is divine. to move is to be brave, and to pause is to be wise. for action rules prestige while calmness commands the night.

the sun glance; your smile outburst. the sun rose; you walk up straight. the cloud was dim; you run to seek shelter hastily. the rain has come; you face it calmly.

look ahead;