What It Means to Be Human

You shouldn't be capable of catching someone who doesn't want to be caught.

Isn't that the whole point in running? To break loose from those outstretched fingers? The danger that lurks behind like a shadow with steel shackles? You owe it to yourself to push farther than they can pull, to breath faster, sweat harder, sprint towards the horizon like its the surface of the ocean...as if your drowning to reach beyond the point of no return. Sinking beneath the surface to excel above?

Sometimes it seems hardly possible, but that sort of thinking renders things possible. You don't actually think it will happen therefor it does, because in the smallest part of your mind you're thinking what if? It may seem crazy, but that what if knows more than you ever will. You might not understand it, but it exist for a reason. The same way that everything else happens for a reason. It's all on the basis of subconscious thought, on purpose, on hope, and maybe just a slinking determination disguised at reality.

She didn't think she would reach Poison by the time the gun fire split there air...and maybe that's why she did.