Sometimes

Sometimes
9.6.12


Sometimes, when it's sunny like this,
and you can hear the wind in the trees,
it's so hard to not just...
Run away from all this.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Run somewhere deep inside my mind,
where no one can find me.
Where I can be completely in solitude.
Where my tears turn into the air around me;
Nothing.
Sometimes it seems so easy.
Sometimes I feel like everyone could just continues their lives without my presence.
And sometimes, I'm completely okay with that.