It’s taking over me.


That urge.


The one that went away for a small while.
It is now back.


I need to run.
Not somewhere.
Not nowhere.
But anywhere.

There is no destination in mind.
Only my body can tell me when to stop.

I will stop once my feet start bleeding.
I will stop once my lungs stops breathing.
I will stop—
Once my heart stops beating.

There will be a limit.
I don’t know where it is.
Nor when it will come.
But it will meet me in the end.

If I keep running…
Will I escape the rest of the reality that is trying to catch up?

Or will I fail, once again, losing grasp of my sanity?

That urge…
When will it stop arriving in my dreams?
When will it stop threatening me with those blades?
When will it stop?

Until it does…
I’ll keep running.
And escaping.





At least until they find me broken.