I wrote this maybe two weeks ago. I figured I share it. I dunno.
I am
Running Scared
Running Away
Running out of Time
Running down the dark roads at night
I am
Making myself invisible
Soon to be forgotten
Running and Hiding
Thinking, those are the only options
I am
Running from feelings
Running to Numbness
Only run with the moon's out
Never when the sun hits
I am
Running into Exile
Running from the norm
Running from the sunshine
Running to the storm
I am
Running out of thoughts
Running our of words
Running out of room
Stopped.
"I go away, very far away, to another universe where all the people say, its a new new place for the special to embrace like a martian who seemingly, wondered out of place"-Kid Cudi
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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2 comments:
the flexibility you have with your writing is dope. this is a beautiful piece with a great flow and imagery...well done franky.
thank you
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