There was a day in the life of one boy. This boy had a desire to simply be what he was. The world made that desire into one of becoming something stronger, faster. He followed this desire for a long time after it was molded and sculpted vulgarly into that of the brittle and iron soul of a man's desire. This would last for many years with him growing stronger from it, but at the cost of what he could have enjoyed before his gain of strength.
The boy became a teen. With the life of a teen came lots of learning and growth. He was rushing it until he met a girl that had made him slow down for once. He was moving fast because he had no inspiration to slow down, but he slowed his run in life for her. They eventually began to pick up speed like the teen had been experiencing for a large and harsh part of his life. He had wished to slow down again.
But she simply ran without him. And she ran with another teen as she had been the entire time. The teen with that iron soul began to speed up with determination to run faster than them for this betrayal. But he simply saw her running alone once he passed her. He was confused in this race of life.
The boy had rushed so much he practically couldn't stop for anything, he wanted to keep going so that he could feel real in his actions again. He could run for a very long time as well. No person who could stop him chose to either. He was like a statue of an athlete. His image was trapped in this sport for all eternity wether he liked it or not. One night the boy engaged in his usual daily activity of running a mile in his neighborhood.
He ran harder and faster than before. He had an idea, a decision, a harsh choice that was in his mind. He wished to gain clarity of their relationship's story. The holes that were rancid throughout it's history and it's length. He hadn't the slightest wish of having that need longer than necessary. He felt that it was weighing him down as he ran through life.
He took off on a mile long run with wind forbidding him at certain points in his run. He kept on anyways until his body was screaming with pain all over and the way of breathing while he ran began to falter. Eventually he finished the mad race he had with his mind and the mile was complete. He had ran faster than before, he could already feel the slight pain in his legs that meant he would be stronger once he recovered.
But his need still remained for that closure. He stood in the driveway of his house and pondered why he should do it as thoughts throughout his mind told the different benefits of seeking and finding possible closure, and the disadvantages of it. Eventually rain began to pour with him walking to the doorway of his house that provided him with shelter. Suddenly he looked over at the door to his house and the storm and realized just what it represented.
The rain was his past relationship and it's leftover pain. The door was simply a passage to what awaited him for when he moved on. After looking down at his phone with a number ready to call. He glanced at the rain and the door and decided that the door offered more clarity than simply going back out in the rain where he would run, feel more pain, and get wet. Running anymore in his tired state would have no doubt damaged him anyways, in the house he would receive rest.
He chose the house since the body needed it, just like his soul needed to move on when his mind had wanted the opposite. So he opened the door and walked through knowing how much comfort was awaiting him. He wanted peace, not more strife. She could keep running as fast as she wanted, but he would eventually find a reason to slow down. The path he ran would reveal it.
