run away

I want to run until my lungs burst into flames, like a phoenix rising out from a mount of ashes that has long buried me into stillness and halt

I want to run until my sweat turn into a mineral, hard and solid like a gemstone, each dropping slowly into the ground like a precious memory wasted away under the sun

I want to run until I forget that I run with time and everything else existed and withered before me… just like the sunset; or a forgotten book atop a shelf; or a letter thrown into a wood fire in a cold, dreary night

I want to run until I am one with the wind, until I no longer gasp for air and air becomes me, until I no longer thirst for water , until I no longer have to open my eyes to chase the horizon

I want to run in the middle of a storm, scream with the rolling thunder, bathe and drown in the rain, for what difference could there be between a tear falling in silence and an assuming rain drop sitting in the corner of my eye?

I want to run until the ground assumes into a cloud and that I can have my rest in a distant moon, surrendering into the perpetual bliss of exhaustion and convinced that I no longer have to run away. Ever gain.