That's what i do best. Run away from my problems. I realized that all i do when faced with this is to cover myself up and run and find a somewhat safe place to hide. Where i'm untouchable.
Going through this, I secretly yearn to go back there. I don't want to stay here because reality is here. But not there. I don't have to think about anything there. I can just live my life normally, carefree and just do what i do.
It's unfamiliar. I feel awkward and I don't feel any sense of belonging. What is that? How can you feel like a stranger at your home? Then again, where is home? Not here. Not any more.
What is normal? Life's like a turning wheel. Whatever is familiar is normal. It repeats and goes on. Not really.. Life's just a mixed up jumble of wires that's turned into a ball. It twists and turns unexpectedly and just goes on until it reaches full circle. And then it takes another course with its twists and turns and that's that. So there's no way of recognizing or getting familiar with it. We just have to go through it.
But me?
I run.
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Can I run with you? Because at the very least, I can help to steer you back.
And if I'm lost, can you help to steer me back?
I want to run with you so that you can have at least a shred of familiarity that you can still call home, regardless of its nature or location.
I'm willing to provide that, if you allow me to.
I'm willing to provide it forever.
I'm counting on that. :)
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