I found a sidewalk tonight and I ran. I ran until I didn't know what sidewalk it was anymore. Just nameless concrete with lamp posts staggered along the way. I ran until the lamp posts were gone and their white light gave way to the temporary amber headlights whispering past me on the pavement. But the sidewalk took me to where the cars weren't going anymore and their headlights too gave way, to the alternating greens and reds of traffic lights above me that directed no one, just tinted the railing on my right. And I kept running. I kept running until it wasn't sidewalk anymore; just gravel that mashed under my feet that I could only see from what the stars afforded. My music stopped and I kept running. To the sound of Union Pacific, through the thin spiderwebs that crawled on my skin, into long grass that grabbed for my legs, and against reason, if not from it.
I ran until I didn't feel anything.
And then I walked back.