Running Still

Updated: Mar 19, 2021

Sometimes I get this unnerving desire to run.


Run in any direction.


Somewhere disconnected yet connected.


Too abstract of a thought to act on but still there. Lingering on the edge of life.


My passport is a treasured possession. My eyes subconsciously stray in its direction. A soft comfort that it is there.


This feeling is not urgent enough. It's a whisper. A caress.


It does not jolt me awake. Eyes wide open. Clenched jaw. Fist shaped hands.


There are no sleepless nights. Tossed in a twisted dream and even more twisted bed sheets.


It is a reminder I need to remind myself.


It is a reminder that I can if I want. If I need to, I can.


Many do not have access to this. It is also a reminder of that.


That no matter how much I want to run, others are rooted. I can.


This mixed feeling always leaves me confused.


So I stay.


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