running away from the present moment in time because you know the minute your feet stop pounding the dirt below you you have succumbed to the belief that the moment snapping at your heels is the last moment you will ever have.
fear is the air you breathe, the blood pumping through your veins, pulsating at your temples, the only thing that is keeping you alive. Fear that fear is only temporary, a fleeting spark, a false and empty hope.
numb as your mind has disconnected itself from your body, has shed its shield of thought and is now an open soar of raw and exposed emotion. but as long you keep running, keep moving, you manage to avoid the eminent truth that you are only prolonging the inevitable.
But until then,
you fly with the quickness of panic and denial, because there is no escape but ultimate surrender.
Inspired by *Lord of the Flies* by William Golding