Running away.
I run, run as fast as my legs can bear. I feel the wind. It’s almost blowing right through me. I stumble over my own feet and fall on the cold pavement but barely hit the ground before I am up running again. I feel a desperate need to flee. To get away. Away from everything. Life is breathing down my neck. Expecting things I can’t deliver. I feel pressure. A need to be everything, a need to be more.
And I can’t. I choke, can’t act, can’t move, can’t do a good thing to save my life. Everything I once was is gone. I am gone. Left is a shell, completely empty except for this hopeless feeling that starts from deep inside and reaches out grabs and pulls until I’m completely devoured by it. A hollow stare is all there is. A body so empty of life that it would probably echo if tapped on.
I have no chance so I run. I leave. I flee. I pray my legs will keep me going until I simply evaporate. Disappear as if I never were.
Men ta det inte så seriöst nu. Jag ville bara kladda lite...
