~ Sharon / 17. I try to stay low on reblogs so this blog will have a fair amount of my thoughts and artwork. I play piano, write things, draw, paint, and take photos.. followers are appreciated. (: I love California, Pixar, Nintendo, brown rice tea, desserts, and other things. Everyone needs compassion. Jesus rocks. ✞
3. Track
My friend asks us to stop at a brand new track at a different high school. The turf is green and the track is huge, red, springy, an all-weather track. Once inside the bounds of the tall fence, we line up and crouch down. I am the only one not wearing boots. The wind blows everyone’s hair back and forth, and nothing is official. But we’re ready. Somebody says go, and we run off the rubber lines towards the end of the straightaway, and I feel the wind full in my face again while remembering to breathe and pump my arms. We slow and stop at the end. It doesn’t matter who wins. I see my heartbeat in the striking blue sky as we head back into the car after walking around in circles. I question why this is nostalgic. At school, I was always last, usually running alone. My mind learned to fear going into the locker room every day, though my brain insisted that I do it. I now believe that memories tend to cling to surfaces: rubber, pavement, bleachers, and grass. Good memories for things I haven’t experienced. Neutral memories that grow beautiful with age, like trees.
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