circles when i was little i always thought running in circles was fun. spinning around forever and falling on the ground once i got dizzy. it didn’t matter how many times i fell, i always got up to run some more. maybe it’s the thrill. or maybe i find something new in each run. sometimes i run just because. sometimes i run so far away that i try to forget myself & create something new. but then i picture myself twirling around and around and remember who i am. no matter how far i run, i am constantly reminded i get to always return to myself. and i can recreate myself as many times as my heart tells me to. circles have no end. just a million and one beginnings 🤍