“And thereafter, please do go for a brisk, cheerful, sprint” -idiot.
Oxymoron of the century. When I sprint, there is nothing brisk, or cheerful about it.
the smell, the action, breathe in, breathe out. repeat. feel dizzy. bright colors for 2 seconds. tight lungs. warm. it’s all dad. he left me. and this is all he left me. this is all i know of him. and it destroys me.