If I Fall…

Running. Stopping. Running again. I stop. I wait. I listen. They’re after me. I start running again. the sun is my guide as I run through the wilderness, all the jungles and valleys and abandoned gas stations. Tomorrow will be a new day, but today, right now I have to run. Have to get away. Find shelter. Find safety. Find peace. Adrenaline fuels my worn out parts. Freedom keeps me alive. Life keeps my heart beating, my mind working. They’ve let out my worst demons and they are everywhere, running after me, sitting on rooftops, chasing after my good days I left behind me. A crack. Jump. Don’t fall. Carry on. don’t stop. They’ll get to me if I stop. They’ve let lose my fears too. They chase me, screaming and hooting, trying to catch up with me. But I won’t let them. I will spend every molecule left in my deteriorating lungs; I will consume every ounce of energy; I will stretch every muscle; break every tendon; absorb all the adrenaline; respond to every stimulus; carry whatever burden them thrust on my shoulders and the pain they sprinkle on my way; shut out all the noises – if that is what it takes. In a storm or snow or thunder or flood or cycle, come whatever may, my determination shall will me forward, ignoring all the hindrance, kicking aside any diversion. But I won’t stop. Can’t stop. Can’t wait. Can’t stumble. Can’t fall.

For if I do, they will catch me and they will kill me. First, they will take away my feelings, then my dreams, then my hopes, then my identity, then my love and all that it stood for.

So I can’t stop.

Can’t fall.

Can’t stumble.

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