Sunday, 8 January 2017

The Life Of A Runner

Whenever things got hard, or complicated, or just not completely pleasant, I would run.

When my parents began to argue every night, and plates got thrown around, I ran to my grandmother.

When my grades began to slip, and my college opportunities became limited, I ran to the city.

When my friend began to demand I stop crashing on their couch, either paying up or getting out, I got out and ran to wherever.

Until finally, with nowhere left to run to, I finally faced facts and made a stand.

Now I’m running all the time, to avoid the cops…

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