It feels like a dream that I can’t wake up from
But it’s not
Its reality finally hitting me
I feel the smoke fill my lungs as I run through the dust of my falling world
I run as flood of tears demands my attention
Gasping trying to clearing my lungs of the dust filled memories, to only swallow more as I take my next breath
I have to keep running
Run from the mess I’ve caused, run from the memories that follow, run from fear of stopping
Run from the people who can’t understand, run from the people who do, run so you don’t hurt
Run until he comes back
- Author: Used ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2018 23:37
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