I mean that literally and figuratively. I can never run far enough to be satisfied that I'm a decent runner. And I certainly can't run as far as to the place where everything just goes away. I've come to hate the real world. It's evil and in most cases lonely and we can never ever out run it.
Tonight I stopped everything though.
I went to my spot. I ran there.
I ran up the stairs..
I got to the top and when I finally finished walking around the edges, I looked out and saw everything.
I lost it.
I had a conversation with God.
I felt like I was the only person alive. It was just me and my thoughts, my tears and my stupid ipod shuffle.
It didn't feel real. Lately, nothing has.
I can never out run anything.
Real or not real.
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