Running from him.
I’ve been running forever.
I don’t want to sit alone in my thoughts
for another worthless twenty-four hours
but everything else reveals
a part of me that should be buried.
Living vicariously through my future self
is the only way I won’t feel the sting of
a present that doesn't get better.
Every day I sink the weight of existing
in these recycled melodies
and loud, colourful memories,
waiting for some drastic change
to find its way to me.
They might be the only salvation
my soul will ever know.
Tired of running in crooked circles,
so I’ll sit and watch it burn.
Are you coming?