Running

by wytherwings

We’re running out of time. Running out of time to be what we mind have been. Running out of time, we’re running to keep up, to catch up. I don’t want this to be the end. But I think we might be too late.

We’re on a roller coaster. Wind is blowing, my hair is flying everywhere. I have to close my eyes. I’m blind. I’m terrified, but it’s exhilarating.

We’re running. But my legs are tired. I’m out of air, my lungs hurt, my side hurts. I need to stop soon. Please, stop with me. Please, help me to keep going. Please, don’t let it be the end. Please.

We’re running out of time.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Running

    More Ways Than One's Buddy Icon More Ways Than One

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    This isn’t confusing. Well, my interpretation isn’t. Like wanting to make sure you are not alone, right? Well, then again I could be completely wrong.

  2. Running

    wytherwings' Buddy Icon wytherwings

    Posted 3 months ago

    well, nothing anyone interprets is really wrong. I didnt really know what I meant when I was writing this. That’s what I meant about confusing, I guess. So it could mean a lot of things.

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