Clouds swirled above my head, moving with grace and beauty like a breath of the divine. It was cold, windy, but I didn't care. Walking down a street full of people all I could feel was a sense of cold dread. The dull yellow glow of the street lights loomed overhead, I took the last drag of my cigarette and watched the smoke swirl into the air around me. I tossed it into the nearest garbage can and continued on my way. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was running from. But my legs did not cease to move. I kept walking, following the flow of the crowd, window shops radiated their warmth into the outside world ushering you in. Calling your name. I refused, and kept walking. I started hearing white noise, and it soon enveloped my entire world. The loud painful ringing not getting out of my head, out of my head, out of my head... Oh, it stopped. It's raining now, I decided to head into the nearest bar for cover. I felt out of place, all the people talking and laughing and drinking, drinking...drinking. I started yelling, I don't know why. I couldn't help it, I couldn't control myself. Everyone was staring at me like I was a freak. They were all the freaks with their damn near perfect lives. I couldn't stand it, I ran out the door. People were following me to see what I would do ¨LEAVE ME ALONE¨ I shouted, people started backing away. I came up with an excuse quickly, too quickly. ¨Ive had too much to drink, i'm going home¨. Someone offered to drive me home and i shoved them, knocking them back into a lamp post, maybe i pushed him too hard... Oh, there's blood now. They're standing up staring at me with fear in their eyes, rightfully so. I ran, one foot in front of the other, running out of time, time, TIME. My lungs were on fire but I couldn't stop, not stopping, not stopping, NOT STOPPING. Keep running... away from everything, away from the blood, too much blood, not enough hope. Where was hope when I needed it most. Oh right, hope is dead, it died a long time ago. Keep running, It came to my attention I was running in the street, it doesn't matter, keep running, running, running. I could see heavens headlights growing closer, closer, closer. Don stop running you've made it this far, made it this far, made it this...
