Sometimes I'm too tired to run. And they ask my why I'm not running. All I do is laugh. Because I do run. Every day. I'm tired of it. I run for my life. I run because of death. I run for the dreams in-between. I run from my past and I run from my future. Run from my problems. Yet still, I run from the solutions. I run from my friends, run from people I love. I can't even run to people I hate. I run away from it all, until I've ran so far away I'm a speck of dust to everyone else. They don't see what I do. They don't see what I'm going through. They don't see me at all.
