running.

i came anonymously, rushing towards the speed of light,
creating a sound no one can hear except my heart.
i whispered for comfort and vexed my heart for an infinite confusion.

a thousand times i looked around and i found no one.
i enveloped myself with protection my arms can give,
i cried and felt there were no tears.

i shuddered at the thought and gave a sigh,
i came shouting at every corner, and heard myself all over again, the same voice, the same calling the same shrill, it petrified me.

i stood for hours i stood,
and i felt my knees slowly breaking lose, but i still stood,
not moving,
not allowing weakness to run my body and ruin my life.

i asked for comfort, i asked for love.

for a million times.

the world, the people in it, i cannot explain but i can comprehend.
curiousity had me crawling for words over agrresive thorns,
prickling my vulnerable skin and wounded me whole,
but i went on,
i gasped for pain, mourned over my soiled body,
but i went on.

i know all my efforts will be counted.
i know i would never measure it up,
sum it up whole,
and then i went right on.


i was filled with bruises, blood was the major scent you could smell from a distance,
and i loved the thought,
that i did my part well,
that i never stood and watched,
that i came running for answers i knew i would never get.

though i sound frivolous and this maybe enchanting,
i loved how i became, how happy i was when i found pain at the bruises and learned that life would never be quite the same.


i ran. speed accelerated, heat pumping like wildstorm, i ran.


and i kept right on.