Running towards a greater journey, scrambling to slow the speeding time.
Running, speeding, beating fast forward with my crooked fingers, I stumble, laughing as I’m wasting so much precious time.
Running towards an open window, soon to be freely absorbing the absolution in gravity. I could sense it a mile coming to a close.
Losing it all isn’t enough pain for the numb.
I need more to make me cry.
Dawning Creations 
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