And We Run..

Patterns Of Running I’d consider running If the Earth was flat Just to reach the end of the world And gaze past its brim Now I keep on running On this round shaped Earth Sorta fearing, sorta hoping It’ll bring me on the other side Of you

Beautiful Arsonists

We were running through a burning museum, so horrified to find an escape. We did not realize it was our rush setting things on fire. Creators of immense beauty. Unstoppable arsonists. We ran, our lungs filled with dust, Is escaping a blessing or a curse? It is How it is. Escaping. A heap of smoking ashes …