I have been running away since i was two...the shadows in my bedroom wall scared me to my bones and i ran...under the bed, under the dusty 100 steps staircases...into the the heart shaped lotus pond ....under the red and green foilage of my father's garden...anywhere i could get away from hearing those voices.....
someone called the police....just to look for me in school..that was when i was 8...all i had done was ..not get into the bus back home and wonder around....there's no greater feeling than to be alice in the wonderland..and i had one million questions that needed to be answered ...not spoken about..why the leaves turned orange ..why flowers bloomed when they did..it was good to find all that by myself....but then there was more running to do...
i woke up with my feets tied everyday from age 9 to 13...since they curfewed me from running in daylight i ran in the nights ..in my dreams...and then ran and ran and my mom finnally decided to tie my hands and feet to the 4 feet high silver coated bed ...
well not for long..i ran in every athletic meet there after in school, jogged day and night running and running and running...it was like the million people run that my friend organized but noone attended...running keeps you so much occupied with yourself..and ran
and then ran..today i'm here still running into my 17th school, over hundred countries and i am still running....and running...people passed by, i paused for a while, to take breath and he smiled and i smiled back..as soon as he got into holding my hand i ran away ..merely because i had to run a million miles more..and then i ran away from her and him and them and those and that and there and here and i ran and ran and ran and ran..ran from the sulight, the moonlight, the breeze, tsumani, Katrina, ran and ran and ran and ran and ran ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran...
and OH! i need to take a breath ..oooopppfhhhhhhhhh.auhhhhhhhhh....
God why did you forget my wings??? It would have been much better..
Phew!!!
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