The Chase
Speed, adrenaline, the rush and wind.
Cheeks stinging, hair flying, cold skin.
Why am I running?
From who or what?
I can't recall, the rush makes me stop, not my feet, but my mind.
Thoughts that flow out through the passing time.
Breathing as if no air will ever appear.
The magical surrounding of stars and trees, along with street light rushing by me.
Reaching out to touch, the never staying stranger.
It gets dark, not just any dark, but as if a black hole.
It wraps its self around me, engulfing my essence.
Shadows chase after me.
Not to scare, but to make me aware.
The run becomes an endless abyss.
What am I running from?
Is it my unforgettable past?
Maybe its the undetermined future.
Am I being chased?
I see nothing, but what stands befor me.
Longing to reach my goal.
Can you see now?
Its not a chase, but a simple desire to run.
To run for fun.
To enjoy the moon and stars.
No houses or cars.
A desire like nothing else, to be by myself.
My head is humming and my heart is thumping.
Copyright © Amanda Lytton | Year Posted 2012
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