how did i get here the part where the air thins and the body just knows what to do even when the mind is screaming no something unlocks its like a muscle memory of the soul and then i'm flying no not flying falling upward maybe and the body just keeps going all the things i thought i was made of the limits the plans the reasons why not all gone just quieted, just small and i can hear my heart now it's so loud almost deafening and my eyes are wide and i am just running with it like a river accepting the bends and the rocks and the unexpected turns it is not always grace it is not always pretty it is mostly just putting one foot in front of the other until there is nothing else and i am no one else and the finish line is the end of that the quiet and now i miss it already