i ran through the rainy air tonight, waiting for the water slashing across my face to drown the thoughts of emptiness, of darkness.
alone again.
step after step, i measure solitude in drops of rain. so how much longer?
the wind rushes past, but it has no answers for me. run, i hear. and i oblige, and match my speed, until i can no longer feel it pushing against the small of my back.
run.
ever since i was young, i am doing just that. running, escaping, hiding. i play in darkness, in silence, even though it scares the living daylights out of me. where am i coming from? what happens after?
i have no answers.
i pass an old house. dead cat on the road. a car is rushing past me, showering the sidewalk with wet, shivering sparks of light.
i shrug the water off, and push my body for more speed, until i hear the wind whistle in my earphone cords. the music of my desperate attempt to gain some answers from the night.
i know i cannot do this for too long. that soon enough, i will be broken, and before long old fractures will be singing their pain through my legs. i will crawl home and lie there broken on my bed.
but this pain will be easier to deal with.
as a truck rushes towards me i wonder, what it is that holds me back to life.
without you i see no point, really. i have done this for so many years.
i do not want to do this any more. and the curiosity tickles my mind.
i hold back.
where are you, friend?
why are you not yet here?
i have been looking for you for so long. i have been looking into every pair of eyes i met, trying to see if, finally, i can stop waiting.
if i can leave this gnawing pain behind.
several times i thought that i found you, but every time i was mistaken.
please find me.
find me before long.
i am not sure how much more will to live i do yet harbor.
alone again.
step after step, i measure solitude in drops of rain. so how much longer?
the wind rushes past, but it has no answers for me. run, i hear. and i oblige, and match my speed, until i can no longer feel it pushing against the small of my back.
run.
ever since i was young, i am doing just that. running, escaping, hiding. i play in darkness, in silence, even though it scares the living daylights out of me. where am i coming from? what happens after?
i have no answers.
i pass an old house. dead cat on the road. a car is rushing past me, showering the sidewalk with wet, shivering sparks of light.
i shrug the water off, and push my body for more speed, until i hear the wind whistle in my earphone cords. the music of my desperate attempt to gain some answers from the night.
i know i cannot do this for too long. that soon enough, i will be broken, and before long old fractures will be singing their pain through my legs. i will crawl home and lie there broken on my bed.
but this pain will be easier to deal with.
as a truck rushes towards me i wonder, what it is that holds me back to life.
without you i see no point, really. i have done this for so many years.
i do not want to do this any more. and the curiosity tickles my mind.
i hold back.
where are you, friend?
why are you not yet here?
i have been looking for you for so long. i have been looking into every pair of eyes i met, trying to see if, finally, i can stop waiting.
if i can leave this gnawing pain behind.
several times i thought that i found you, but every time i was mistaken.
please find me.
find me before long.
i am not sure how much more will to live i do yet harbor.