Body aching,
Heart racing,
Edrenalin rushing,
Feet flying,
Rain storming,
Sweat pouing ,
Mind racing!
And for what?
What am I running from?
My past?
Yes,
My past,
The one thing that haunts me.
It may be far away now,
But it's still here
Burning my very exsitance,
Hallowing me to the core.
My very core that has frozen over with time
I no longer feel
It doent matter if I'm dripping from the rain,
Or burnt from the sun
I have one mission
And that,
Is to run.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Body aching,
Heart racing,
Edrenalin rushing,
Feet flying,
Rain storming,
Sweat pouing ,
Mind racing!
And for what?
What am I running from?
My past?
Yes,
My past,
The one thing that haunts me.
It may be far away now,
But it's still here
Burning my very exsitance,
Hallowing me to the core.
My very core that has frozen over with time
I no longer feel
It doent matter if I'm dripping from the rain,
Or burnt from the sun
I have one mission
And that,
Is to run.
I dreamt this actually I was running in the rain and I felt very guilty I connected the guilt with my past and withthat I was overwhelmed and wrote this I feel better now yay!
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