Tonight, another visit from the ghost of a girl who was me

It is silly, in part, to long so deeply for something six years gone. For a feeling that once made me feel so... truly infinite. Alive. An email about the University of Newcastle, Ourimbah campus's 'Spring Scamble' (a running or walking event at my uni) awoke that old feeling of grief for an old love I've lost. Running. I'd love to participate in it, I don't get to participate in anything 'extra' at uni and while I'm mostly okay with that, there's so much else I'd love to do.

So tonight, I'm feeling trapped within my own body, longing for something I cannot have. Hard to comprehend how I once took it for granted.