Writings of the Day

By the time I turned around, I’ve forgotten to be.

Running so far forward, away from pain, protecting myself from being hurt, trying to figure life out in a day.

How exhausted these journeys make you.

You stand there and you wonder, you walk, you run, and you think.

Why doesn’t it stop? But then you blink.

You are right where you started, right where you began.

Life is there when you see it.


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