I have been running all my life.
From people I hate and love,
From places I fear,
From situations that are over bearing.

Towards danger and wants,
Towards things I desperately need,
For all my life.

I know I have always been chasing something,
But I don't want to stop running,
It keeps me sane.

Though I also want everything to still,
So that I can feel the silence against motion.
But truthfully,

I want an in-between running and stillness.
In-between there where I can truly be me.
Without over bearance, without boredom.
Just a moment for me. One small in-between.