Runaway in circles

There was a 6AM jog my Eskimo friend would not believe in. "Fuck off," he said. "I'd rather believe in a sinning jester." Alas. I managed to drag my frail form out of the cozy bed out into the crispy air. The sun was brand new. The newborn autumn chill biting my bare legs. Josh Kelley walked me to the deserted Kulgun Park. I jogged and walked alternatively. I wished I was healthier than a fail attempted weekly morning jog. I have been back in Brisbane for almost six weeks and it was only my second time. But I needed the run, you see. I have so many problems to run away from. I used to solve them all with the mighty tip of my pen. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, the tip broke because my problems have became too much for my writing to handle. So. I decided to runaway from them all. Alas. It is not that simple. But at least I return home with a tired physique, and my mind had nothing more to worry about but to rest my lethargic body well enough. I did not sweat enough to shower. It did not matter. It was a lonely bed.