I am constantly in motion. Body in flight, running aimlessly. It doesn't matter where I'm going, as long as the colorful world blurs into brown. I don't taste-or savor-I inhale. I shove down food, people, memories, and experiences down in one bite just to be on my feet again. I'll never live in the moment. I'm always rampaging into a future I'll never truly live.
Because when I stop, if I stop. I will surely die. I must outrun my mind. How am I supposed to leave a part of myself behind? I wish I could detach myself from my head. I am a slave to her words. I'm a slave to myself and I don't know how to live a life. This running is the only I way I know how to survive.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
