To run.
Knowing I had never been so excited,
To wake at such a dawning hour.
Not realizing what I am running from,
Is myself.
Not knowing I am losing more and more of me.
In the brightly lit street,
Memories,
Everything in them suddenly appears.
Good,
bad,
My past is the memory I need to forget.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 1:54 PM UTC
To run.
Knowing I had never been so excited,
To wake at such a dawning hour.
Not realizing what I am running from,
Is myself.
Not knowing I am losing more and more of me.
In the brightly lit street,
Memories,
Everything in them suddenly appears.
Good,
bad,
My past is the memory I need to forget.
