What I talk about when I talk about running

I play your stories and my thoughts keep chasing you. Lapsing through the shadows of time. And inside my head its an endless marathon. I'm tired but I can't stop myself. Running back then turning myself around to assure that I am still moving forward.


Tragedy falls on the fool who gets left behind.


The farther I move away from the past the anxiety becomes bigger. I never liked burning bridges, but it seems it's what I do best. I never had any intention of burning them. I never had any intention of burning you. But it didn't seem like you are bothered that we haven't talked in a year.


Wish we could start talking again. But I am leaving you in peace. Wherever you maybe I am happy that you're able to live as you wish.

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