I'm running,
My heart races and tears fill my eyes.
My feet are flat to the floor,
Unaware of my intentions to flee.
I remain still as my pulse booms in my ears.
The pit of my stomach churns,
Full of acid and radio active butterflies
Flight or fight instincts.
There weight carries the answer to my problems yet I still can't choose.
So I'll do both.
Run inside myself and fight a losing battle.
I'm fleeing it all.
Not obvious danger but the ghosts and the shadows.
I flee myself and the secrets my mind keeps locked up inside it's beating chambers.
My body frozen.
My mind faster then the speed of sound.
Not a monster,
But beasts inside.
I'm escaping the gloom.
Myself.
This.
I'm running.