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.