Running, why am I running? I can't remember, why don't I remember? Have I always been running? That would make sence running feels nice....natural, maybe it's what I am suppose to do.
Noise, where is it comming from? Should I look? No, I have to run. It is the only thing I know for certain.
-But I want to look.
-No, run you clever child.... and don't look back.
-Why?
-Why what?
-Why can't I stop? Why can't I look back?
Nothing, there isn't a response I don't think the voice has one......or maybe it does and donesn't want to tell me, they used to do that too.
-Let me tell you a story.
There it is, it's back and with a story, I never gets stories.
-Once a pon a time, long before the earth was created and the univers was form, there was a man, a very smart man, who liked to paint in his free time, he would draw constelation and them bring them to life, one day he decided that he was tired of stars-
-Why? They are beutiful.
-True but they couldn't make him laught, hear his stories or tell him their own, so he decided to paint something new, something never seen before a life-
-What do you mean?
-He was lonely, he wanted a friend, someone who he could spend time with, so he did he spent hours and hours painting and starting again to create his masterpiece.
-What did he make?
-What you are running from.
-But if he made it, why do I have to run?
-Because sometimes we make mistakes and what you are running from is one of many.
-But why? Does it want to hurt me?
-No
-Make me sad?
-No
-Then why do I run?
-Because if you don't it will get what it wants.
-And what is that?
I can't hear the voice, why doesn't it answer me? I can't hear the noise either, is that good? Can I stop running now?
-Why can't hear the noise?
-Hello?
-I promise I wont stop running but please respond.
I think it's gone, I'm getting tired. Would it matter if I stopped. Maybe I can rest. I can rest. Just a little nap. Not for long I swear. Just...a....little....sleep.
-......I am sorry this is all my fault.
