Running away

The world passing ahead of me,

where am i going?

Moving at a different pace,

Falling back,

into the darkness of my mind.

World flying past,


azure blues,

firey reds and golden yellows blurring.

Hot moist tears running down my face.

Everything seems to have a purose in the world,

but still i find none.

I look to the children playing in the snow, filled with warmth and joy.

Why is my heart cold?

Where is my joy?

Ice waters infront of me,

no turning back now.



Light touch on my shoulder,

an angel whispers to me.

"I will love you..."

No more running

The End

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