on the desire to run

{These photos have come from the internet and none of them are mine, this is kleptomania.}

Sometimes I get moments,

not dark moments, not necessarily,

though often they are,

where I just want to RUN so far away.

Where I wish I was more of the reckless,

the piebald,

the steel-spirited,

the selfish,

the winged,

the illuminant,

the gargantuan.

And sometimes I do  run,

but I always end up somewhere. Somewhere bigger, maybe,

stranger,

wilder,

or somewhere smaller.

You can’t run from everywhere.

(You can still try.)