night was quiet after the run. i felt alive, then suddenly very still.

it mattered without becoming a performance.

sweat cooling on my neck. fast thoughts, fire in my chest, then a softer walk home.

there was a small truth inside it.

i kept moving forward even when the pressure got tight.

you held the day without forcing it to mean more.

finished the hill and understood i was not angry anymore.

you did not need to explain it for it to be real.