Tired and fatigued…
Been running... Been running from myself
.…Been so many people I have lost my identity.
Solitude. It seems it’s all I have ever known. No matter the company, I have somehow managed to find a safe haven in the bleak and desolate parts of my mind, content with the thoughts that keep me up at night.
Going senile. Been on the move for so long I have long forgotten what I am running from, driven by the dreaded thoughts of the unknown.
Stuck in a paradox. I try to forget yet I leave notes, yet I make scars to remind myself, so that even if my forgiving heart forgot i would remember when i look to my writs.
I guess some truths you can only hide from for so long.