Between Perfect and Imperfect

(Sunday Scribblings Challenge: Between You And Me.)

Between you and me is an unfathomable distance. Our legs hit the ground; thumping on the rough surface, then rush forward against the wind. The growing muscles cringe with effort, pumping as breath surges outwards, escaping into the open sky. Our faces are undeniably coloured with perspiration that looks like a darkened liquid seeping into the fair, healthy skin. The wind pushes back our wild tendrils of hair, attempting to sweep the mess away instead of gently caressing the ugly locks. The run is arduous, and yet you breathe with a dimpled grin as you run, eyes sparkling with a curious wonderment. You, extend the majestic feathered wings to reach the clouds above, smiling with the vigor of youth pouring out from the very pores of your skin. You sprint with the rapid excited thudding of your beautiful heart, soaring further than I could ever hope to reach. Your lengthy arms swing in pace to the musical beat that will never enter my ears and your eyes twinkle with an everlasting hope I cannot comprehend. On the other hand I am breathlessly chasing a non-existent dream of fatigue, legs aching with a reminding agony that trails through the very tubes of my weary veins. My extended fingers want to reach the very tips of your casted shadow behind you, but your figure is so far away. The lights of my eyes are dimmed to flickers; barely even open to view the journey we agreed to embark together. I can feel the weakened thump of my rotting heart. I can feel the end of my journey. Yet you never stop to turn around to see, to realize I am too far back to move forward. Through my run all I can see is the unfathomable distance between you and me fading into another blurred forgotten memory as Perfect travels into dreamy depths that will be forever blind to Imperfect.