Breathe, I told myself. This running, it had been going on for days, months, possibly years. But where did it start? And more importantly, when will it end? Am I doomed to run for an eternity?
My brain rushed with all these thoughts. It hurt, I could feel my pulse whacking my head, and it hurt. I wanted to stop running, I knew that, but I couldn't, it was as if my legs had no control of themselves. The running had even become painless, numb; I was so used to it.
I tried to think of something else, but all that I could think of, was run. My stomach I thought, by now it must be begging for food, but even though I knew I needed food, neither my stomach nor brain reflected my knowledge. But, then how did I know that I needed food? I needed to stop for a second, find a place to hide and rest. But, I wasn't tired, and I didn't need to rest. So how did I know that I needed rest? I am so confused, but everything seems so simple...so free. Free. Is that the reason I'm running, to get free? It would make sense, freedom...or is it fleeing?
I try to think as I round another corner. All these words, they are so painful, and if maybe for once, I just stop thinking, will I truly be free? Clear my head, blue skies, clouds, peace, serenity, wouldn't all these words help. No, as I try to clear my mind, I feel it getting more stuffed and confused, filled with ideas that in the end would prove useless. Yes, that's what it is, at least I can answer something. Or so I think...
I knew the one way to stop myself. Or at least it was the only way I could think of. I peered ahead, and I saw that I was passing things in a blur. Now where do I put my plan into action? I saw a lamppost coming into view, perfect. At the speed I was going I would be there in- it's all going black now. I no longer need to think. Wait who will-