as the breeze of life blows...

Running Away

Sometimes things just get so difficult. Everything gets difficult, just so difficult. Just feel like....... Running away.... Run as fast as I can, exit the door into a place called, "Freedom". To see a "sky" that is so "white", to enjoy the "serenity" and "peace".

But deep down, there is this knowledge and inkling that, this "freedom" is the absolute bondage. I can run as fast as i can, as much as i want to. But there will never be a finishing line. For this race will never end, for there is no finishing line. There is no ending in running away... No end....

The "sky" that is so "white" will soon turn dark, so dark that no light can come through, and the "serenity" and "peace" will eventually be overwhelmed by this darkness, and confusion. And the run begins again... Run towards the realm of never endingness...

- Unknown Author