ive never stopped running,
running because i am being chased, and chasing something.
chasing things that will complete me,
and running from things that made me incomplete in the first place.
i dont really know if ill ever stop running, half of me knows ill eventually wear myself out and become nothing but bones. but until that day comes, i will continue running desperately.

Sometimes at night,
my mind explodes.
it’s hard to tell if it explodes of relief or destruction.
other times at night,
it likes to rest. It likes to carefully dispose and drift.
although I will never get to understand how nights unravel and happen,
I will have the good and bad nights
I will have them.
and when I have them,
I will hope for better nights.
nights where the stars are clear and bright.  
nights where no clouds are blocking the stars.
but then again, I cannot control that.
and this is where the bad nights come.
and I will wish for a better night after that.