I wish I could run away. From myself. From the thoughts that stream through my mind. From the creatures that peer into my soul. I wish I could escape the thought of you. The boy who doesn't think twice about the girl who's thoughts of him float endlessly through her mind. I don't know why I think of you always, I really don't. When I find myself doing it, there's a part of me that wants to run. There's a part of me that wants to **** the thought of you in my mind. To you? Well, I was simply a soul you encountered. To me? To me you were the bitterness in the cold.