hello! how are you? i'm afraid that there is nowhere for us to run. run, you say? why, yes. run. run away from here, just the two of us against the world. our shoes would pound against the ground in equal rhythm with our hearts - in the physiological sense, of course. my coat would billow out behind me but it wouldn't slow me down. i have adapted, moulded myself around it. just like when you ran into the line of sight of my life, dashing from the frontlines, battered but limber, into the laboratory, scattered with limb. it stopped hurting when we ran; do you remember that? why don't we run now? it might produce the same effect.
we have nowhere to run? oh, yes. we don't. i remember now. mind like a steel trap and i still filter myself out sometimes. perhaps that is why i am still in the same place. the same city. the same state of mind. if we run, i can get away. i can change. a change of scenery. can you change your mind? what do you say? you want to run now, despite there being no existent place to run? why not run anyway?
the amount of questions i am asking. i've never asked so many in my life. i am unknowledgable in this area. it is a series of shots in the dark. please don't form a bad opinion of me. your perspective means a lot to me. you did not hear me? you want me to speak clearly? i would rather not, if it is all the same to you. sometimes my mouth runs, with a mind of its own.
you have seen it happen. the same day you divulged your very own, best-kept secret just to split apart an atmosphere that only you could see, only you could feel. hamish, you blurted out. i correct: the woman could see it too. she knew about running, that woman. she dashed ahead of even parliament in her little mind games: she was an athlete. within her brain, nestled amid her intellect; she was dashing ahead of even royalty; she was just playing the game. but she became too attached to something irrelevant. not to the game; not to the race, the running track. she needed to focus on the game. focus. i said focus!
i did not let my imagination run away with me that day. i did not run from my problems. i place the utility of fantasy to logic and focus to around equal level with heart. in the non-physiological sense, of course. fortunately, i have been reliably informed that i do not have one. and just as reliably informed that i do. it is a difficult situation. that is why we need to run from it. no mind, no heart, no imagination. just agility and cardiovascular endurance. very clearcut. very logical. do you like it? i made it for you.
i did not let my imagination run away with me. that is why it was irrational that you dispose of a breast-held secret solely to defuse a circumstance that stemmed entirely from yours. you plucked an impulse from the air, it plucked you from the earth, and you said hamish. but there was nothing there. there was nothing to run from. what about now? is it my imagination running away with me, to think you would run away with me? did i just call hamish?
hello? how are you? there is nowhere for us to run. i am sorry. truly, i am. i am not knowledgable in this area. if we run now, we might make it. the two of us against the rest of the world. but where to? there is nowhere for us to run. will you run away with me? it is clear we will have to stay. will you stay with me?