even though i'm weeping, breatheless, still I continue to run. running far away as fast I can. never stopping to take a breathe, I run faster. "what am I running from?" I ask myself. I slow down to look and all I see is endless night. dark and cold. I shiver, but I can't stop. I take off running, escaping from something. I grow tired but yet I still run. I can't stop running. the whispering sounds, the howling echos. running running and running some more, desperate to escape. an endless abyss i'm in, no escape, only an endless run way. the constant notion to run. I'm tired of running but I've become the eternal runaway
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