I am constantly in motion. Body in flight, running aimlessly. It doesn't matter where I'm going, as long as the colorful world blurs into brown. I don't taste-or savor-I inhale. I shove down food, people, memories, and experiences down in one bite just to be on my feet again. I'll never live in the moment. I'm always rampaging into a future I'll never truly live.

Because when I stop, if I stop. I will surely die. I must outrun my mind. How am I supposed to leave a part of myself behind? I wish I could detach myself from my head. I am a slave to her words. I'm a slave to myself and I don't know how to live a life. This running is the only I way I know how to survive.