Run away. Sprint from this place, to a better place. A 100 meter dash from the rubble to the Ritz. A race from distortion to gem stone. A scenario unusual in so many ways. A race that allows me to run back to the start. A race that has routes that will never take me to a finish line.
I am running away from my childish coping mechanisms, I am running away from my kiddish petulance. I am running into a maturity, one that is centred around my faith, like a jedi, like a monk, like an athlete, like a dancer. I run into a hopeless situation that is full of faith, I run into an army of peace, I run into an ocean of hatred that somehow has love flowing in its current.
run.
