sometimes...
Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I can forget that I'm a brother and a son, where I'm not an officer or a student, where I forget I'm a chairperson and a friend. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I am liberated from the curse of responsibility, and I live my life for me and only me.
Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where love has no meaning, where I can leave my loved ones behind and forget about the pain, where I do not bear the burden of anyone's pain but my own. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I do not need to worry about anything other than my own problems in my own time, where I do not have to care about what anyone else is going through.
Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I have no heart and cannot feel compassion, where I have no brain and cannot think. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where there are no dreams, there is no future, where a single moment stretches on forever.
Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I can smile and believe in my smile, where a smile isn't just a mask I put on to hide the tears festering beneath, where I can laugh and forget of the torment I'm going through. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where pain is only external, where my skin can bleed but my heart never can.
Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where garish nightmares of death and depression do not haunt me, where death does not take its time picking its victims. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where worry does not exist, to a place where I can finally be free.
Sometimes... Sometimes... all I want to do is run...
But where do I go now?
Saturday, May 05, 2007
FARTED @ 6:01 AM
