I am done with running
not because I have decided to stop,
not because my shoes are worn out,
not because my feet hurt either

I am done with running
because I have realized that there is no escape
no matter which direction I run,
I lose my breath in the end

I run away from yesterday,
and I end up in tomorrow
I run away from tomorrow,
and I end up in yesterday

I do not want to run anymore
I am lost

someday, someone's going to make you forget
everything that hurt you in the past
every race where you ended up last

someday, someone's going to take you away
from your thoughts, the ones that destroy your mind.
someday, they'll make you feel like you're one of a kind



someday, someone's going to save me



but i still wish that someone was you
and you will never have a clue

i have a million questions,
yet all this thinking has given me just one answer:
"stop questioning,
start living"

Everyone moves too fast
claiming there is no time to think,
claiming life is too short.

However they do not realize
that to think is to be alive,
that they are already dead.

death is
the absence of life

life is
the absence of fear

your back against the bed
you stare at your ceiling
you wonder how you fall asleep
because when it happens, there is no feeling

how does your consciousness leave you
without saying goodbye
how does it leave you alone on your bed
without leaving you to die

the morning after,
you forget how you slept
you forgot how your mind left you
so tonight you will try again

in this life,
you have two choices
either you open your eyes,
or keep them closed

pick your poison,
what will you drown in?
will you drown in darkness
or will you drown in what is fake?