I take a breath and look at this blank page. A page that isn't so blank after all. Fore the white piece of lonesome paper has so much emotion in it. I then realize that im not looking at a piece of paper at all, im just looking at my reflection. So I pick up this pen and I write. I write until the sky turns from blue to black and then to grey. When the sun peers through the clouds and into my window, I then realize that I wasn't writing at all. All I was doing was breathing and that's why im so out of breath. With this realization, I walk into my bedroom, I lay in my bed and throw the blankets over me, just like a little kid hiding from his own shadow. I feel safe. I then realize that the shadow i've been hiding from is under the blankets with me. I then realize that, that monster is only myself. The only thing left to run to is the person I once was, but you've tooken that. So I guess, at the end of it all. The last thought before the end just leads back to you. But where will I run to?