Running

I’m always running.

For years, I’ve been running.

Running to comfort.

Running to intimacy.

Running to sex.

To work.

To film.

To music.

Animation.

Books.

Anime.

Running to any distraction I can think of.

Hoping the distraction will provide me shelter.


But when each distraction becomes a cage

With walls and ceiling crumbling

Which they all inevitably do

I run again.


I never stop running.

When was the last time I had a glass of water?

My legs are burning.

Sometimes I’m not even sure they’re still there anymore.


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