Sprint

As the sun sinks into the horizon,

the lingering warmth dissipates,

and the shadow of the night creeps in,

you can feel it in your bones it is the time again.

It is the time to fast, to withhold the pleasures,

to go through the arduous routine and rise to the occasion

not just once, but again, and again, and again.

It is the time to face the darkness,

to dance with it

without having it leave any traces on you.

And there’s no guarantee you will make it the other end.

But the decision has been made already

and the only way is to go forward.

Can you pull this trick again?

Yes, I can. I will. I am.

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