A VISUAL JOURNAL: Pluck the day when it is ripe, trusting as little as possible to the future.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
"Because I always feel like running |
Not away, because there is no such place |
Because, if there was I would have found it by now |
Because it's easier to run, |
Easier than staying and finding out you're the only one...who didn't run |
Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described |
As in "the long run" |
Or as in having given someone a "run for his money"
Or as in "running out of time" |
Because running makes me look like everyone else, though I hope there will ever be cause for that |
Because I will be running in the other direction, not running for cover |
Because if I knew where cover was, I would stay there and never have to run for it |
Not running for my life, because I have to be running for something of more value to be running and not in fear |
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided, hidden from, protected from, gotten away from, |
Not without showing the fear as I see it now |
Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer |
Because of you and because of that nice |
That you quietly, quickly be causing |
And because you're going to see me run soon and because you're going to know why I'm running then |
You'll know then |
Because I'm not going to tell you now"
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