5 a.m.

Between night and day, the world paused.

Winter chills.
The first rays of sun.
That sacred silence of 5 a.m.
streets empty,
the world asleep,
one single soul running through the quiet.

Scary.
Yet freeing.
No pressure.
No one to bother.
No eyes watching.
No expectations.
Just me,
only me.

That moment,
when the air brushed against my face,
heart racing,
blood surging through every inch of me,
reminding me I was alive.

Then the music comes on,
and I’m gone.
Steps syncing to the beats,
breath aligning with rhythm.
Running.
Breathing.
Flying.
Closer to myself.
Farther from everything else.

And that,
that’s what I miss.
The bruises and pains.
The mess, the sweat - all of it.
The chaos that somehow felt like peace.

The stillness in the motion.
The freedom in the fatigue.
The quiet joy of being
just me.


07.10.2025

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