Running

Looking out the window I see that the wind is letting out its mighty power, and the cloudy, gray sky gives the sense that it is chilly outside. My hand touches the icy glass and when I pull away there is a foggy outlined print of my hand. The cold glass leaves my palm feeling chilled, it almost like I touched the devils stone heart. The sun has escaped, and I can’t see my other form of sunshine. I can’t see him today. I go and hide away in his arms from everything that has hit me right now. It’s as if the wind has brought in everything that I’ve been trying to hide from for the past year. Everything from school, to me, to my parents, to my family and my friends. I can’t do anything about it. I watch as my foggy outlined hand print slowly leaves the glass. It like watching you leave all over again. See your hand disappear from my grasp, watching it all fade out, feeling you running away from me. I miss it all. I’ve been running for so long. Babe, please, help me stop running, but you have to realize that I can’t break free without your help. I touch the glass again… Every time I touch it, the bitterness of the harsh cold glass just reminds me that I am still alive in this spinning world.  I guess I’ll spend forever here next to this frozen sheet of glass, listening to our song on repeat, until I can’t cry anymore tears, until I decide to get up and run again. 

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