Thursday

Running, running, running, free, running, running,

"I don't know where I'm going"

Running, going, going, going, going, running,

My hands brisk over this green grass

"It's all happening"

Run. Run.

My mother never gave me the option.

But she never said stay either.

Run.

The thought of running seduces me.
I want to wrap myself in a blanket of euphoria
Drape it over my eyes
Like I've tried it all


Later Days, Longer Nights.
Pray for me.
Things are happening.