I run, the hot wind against my face, two miles alone with my thoughts. I can't question my own existence so I question the existence of the world around me, is it all in my head? The hot wind stops and the smell of the sea fades, my mind drowns out my music. I let go of everything. As I finally start to feel at peace and pick up my pace a horn rips me away from nothingness. An Egyptian yells out his tour van's window as he drives by. I make eye contact with a red haired Russian girl, unable to read the look on her face. I feel embarrassed to have been so zoned out. I'll never know why.

I run, the hot wind against my face, two miles alone with my thoughts. I can't question my own existence so I question the existence of the world around me, is it all in my head? The hot wind stops and the smell of the sea fades, my mind drowns out my music. I let go of everything. As I finally start to feel at peace and pick up my pace a horn rips me away from nothingness. An Egyptian yells out his tour van's window as he drives by. I make eye contact with a red haired Russian girl, unable to read the look on her face. I feel embarrassed to have been so zoned out. I'll never know why.