I'm running. To somewhere far away. To somewhere that was very unfamiliar. I see trees as I'm running, so I focus on that. I put my entire attention into that. I can't seem to run fast enough, though. Fast enough to get away from the truth. The truth absolutely scares the crap out of me. As a little girl, my dad always told me that the truth will set you free. Now, all I know, is that the truth just makes you run.