Run

Why am I running?

What am I running away from?

Today, I met an old friend whom I have not seen for 4 years. Fifteen minutes. All it took was fifteen minutes. “Run with me,” he offered, without seeking any answers to whatever he saw in me, “it’s lonely running by yourself. Run with me. Let’s see who can stop us from running.”

Am I transparent to all but myself?

But I can see it now. So clearly, as if I am watching myself from the sidelines. Me, poised to flee. Me feeling the need to escape. Me always wanting to bolt. Me running for my life. Run, run, run. I had not realised it before, but now I can see it, can sense it in me. Run, run, run. Sometimes I tire but I know I cannot stop. Run, run, run. For a few months now.

Run, run, run. Just what am I running away from?

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