Run To The Light Part (1)

Have you ever wandered why we do the things we do? Whether it being to score a goal in a game or to tell someone how you feel before its too late? Naturally I am guarded keep myself closed of, don’t show emotions, interest or anything most people would. I live in the shadows of the person I once was. Will this here help? Or make no difference to who I am and most importantly who I once was once upon a time. Lets go back! Way back to where I began to loose myself…

A young talented girl once said “I will try living life to the fullest AGAIN...” some part of me feels empty, don’t know if it was my conscience, soul or heart. I get nightmares. Its scary and alone. SOMEBODY anybody please… help? I am scared of what I am becoming rather than who/what I was in my painful dreams. What happened to me… what being am I!? I’m desperate.

How long have I been slink, running, escaping? Felt like days weeks, months. Time froze. Fragile tears dropped and stabbed the soil!. The sun was fading, birds no longer chirping but evil rising. I was fortunate to remember who this person became behind the sinister shadow stalking them. The shadow lurks behind like a guardian angel… even keeps its distance from me. The past creeping up on me, overwhelming and strangling my beloved heart. Exiled. Once upon a time, slow and steady time where everything was felt right for once is where I fell in love. She was undoubtedly lanky and tidy, stumbled across the tight tow-path... my heart fell to the ground with a thud. Disturbing everything around us, she froze. We waited. It felt amazing. We staggered home one night, she yanked off her painful shoes, and sat by the window watching the delicate stars, now it feels like I have been exiled. In the state of being barred from ones native country. I knew, I knew now that I would die in exile. Must be a dream right? Then it hit me! Like something trying to burst through my chest. Dreams don’t make you feel lonely. No dream. No fantasy but reality it self.