Running

The wind rushes past me

Or do I rush past the wind?

Where does wind come from?

Anyway it’s windy.

 

Running

Unsure of my destination

Wildly turning frantically quickly changing course

Down alleyways that smell like memories

Really smelly memories

Oh Gross.

 

Running

Where am I going?

Next to a sea bluer then her eye

Across a park greener then her other eye

Images of a romance long past

Hope she’s dead.

 

Running

Nothing is familiar

Is it ever?

No two experiences are ever the same

Faces Cars Shops Trees Some Weird Dude Selling Watches.

 

I Stop Running

Life grinds to halt

A lost soul in a city of souls

My iPhone’s 3G isn’t working

I’m fucked.