Passion

Perfectly Flawed
2013-07-05 10:18:20 (UTC)

You can run...

but it doesn’t mean anyone’s going to follow you.

In fact, they’ll usually just turn and look away. Or else they'll stare right through you.

Pretend you’re not even there.

So then what’s the point of running?

Is it the fear that’s driving you away? Is it the pain you’re trying to escape?

You can’t out run the wounds and there’s no hiding from the scars.

Your blood will always flow faster, your heart will always beat harder, your tears will always run swifter than your feet.

I gave up running, in favor of walking instead.

A steady, paced walk: soothing to the spirit, energizing to the body, a release for the mind…

I walk towards the future.

I walk from the past.

I walk right up to and pass by all those places I could never reach by running.

Slow down.

Or else the only thing you’ll ever out run is your life.

Death races ever ahead.

Why not make it wait?

You can, of course, go on and keep running.

Just know when you look back and see me walking, in your shadow, it’s only a matter of time before I catch up and you fall behind…

Let go. Go on.




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