Im scared to look back. What am I scared of?
I feel as though, if I look back I wont be able to escape.
I feel wind hit me like a punch to the abdominal region. It bruises but I ignore it.
I feel thorns puncturing my feet from running bare foot. I ignore it as well.
My breathe visible in the winter wind as it bites my lungs.
I am climbing now, through a rose bush. The thorns hurt and my torso is scratched to shreds but I keep going. I have to escape. I need to get away from here. Mind black, no goal, no destination. I am just running but why? I have no reason but I am going. My instincts have took over. There is no pain but I know I should be feeling it. My body is ripping to ribbons and my lungs are giving out but I feel nothing. I am floating over what appears to be my body, running but it isnt me. Looking behind to my pursuer, I see nothing. Nobody is chasing me. Then, why am I running? My body is sucking my spirit form back in. Thoughts, feelings, pain rush back to me.
Im running from myself. I am hoping that I die. I am hoping that I am able to pass out. Not having to face myself.
