i-just-wannarun:

All of your senses are long past reduced. Your body systematically shutting off all unessential organs for survival. You can barely hear your own feet as they pound the ground relentlessly. The spikes tearing the grass  with every stride you pull forward. It’s no longer a WANT. It has become a NEED. Muscles like jello. Every inch red blushing skin revealing an entire battery of nerves screaming for it to end. Yet your NEED pushes you forward desperately to inch away from your mental assailant. In that split second, you are more alive than you have ever been as it all fades right before the lean…