October 28, 2025, Tuesday, Random Diary, Pure White...

Pure white

(Shion Miura, "Run with the Wind")

Running...

Not fast, but running strongly...

I can hear the sound of my heart...

It says I'm still okay...

I hear the creaking of my legs...

That I can keep going a little longer...

The cells of my body, every single cell, even my brain...

Turning pure white...

My mind becomes empty...

Even the blood flow seems to go somewhere else...

Another version of myself is watching from above...

Watching the version of me that is running...

The body is left behind...

Even the howling wind and rain feel pleasant...

The figure running strongly is beautiful...

Even the one watching is left behind...

I can't run like that...

The word 'innate talent' sounds so cliché...

Was running always this much fun...?

I even forget such simple things...

Becoming the wind...

Becoming the howling wind...

I don't need anything else...

If I have arms to run with...

If I have legs to run with...

Thoughts are just a hindrance...

My enemy is myself...

The one I must surpass is myself...

The one being left behind is myself...

Even my heart is not here...

Undisturbed by the wind...

Along with the wind...

The rain is falling hard...

I can't hold myself back...

The part of me that wants to burst out...

What does it mean to run...

I ask once more...

What does it mean to run strongly...

Steady breathing tells me...

Unfaltering steps teach me...

It tells me that being strong is beautiful...

Not fast, but strong...

If only I could run even stronger...