# 018

i've started to think about where my life is right now. where i live, where i want to live, and what i want from life.. and that's good. planning the future. except..

whenever i think about where i am now, i run.i put on my runningshoes, grab my keys and go. and i run until it hurts and i can't breath. and then i run some more. when i return, my legs wont carry me anymore. my lungs wont take in air. my heart feels like it will go boom at any moment.

i wish that if i run long enough, hard enough, fast enough, i'll get away from this town and it's drama. the people. everything. the rumors. the gossip, the backstabbing. the negativity of it all.

so far, i haven't. it keeps following me even when i put it behind me. someone always brings it to my attention. it's always right there, on the peripheral. you can't put it behind you here. it's always there. always looming, ready to suck you in.

so i run. to escape, to forget.