There are moments when I must run. I must run faster, faster, and yet even faster. I must feel the breeze in my face, then I need to run faster still. It is an over bearing urge to run. I end up cursing myself because I can't go faster. I can run, but it is never fast enough or long enough. The urge hits me at random times. Last one was my walk home in the moonlight. Usually it hits me when I'm bothered, in a tight spot crowded by people, or just out enjoying myself. Most of the time ignore it because it is a improper time, but a few I just can't resist. I do not know what to do about it. Anyways, moving on, peace.
The days grow old as I continue to look. Bad thing is I don't know what I'm looking for anymore. Most of my life I have had someone, something to look for. Now I have no idea. This lonely feeling is always there...a never ending force that is chipping me away peice by peice. I think about what I need, what I want, and the same answer comes up every time. Love, a one worded subject yet with power un-imagineable. In all honesty I don't know why I'm posting this here. I guess cause it's something I just feel like doing. Anyway's, peace.
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