RUNAWAY

PART I: JUNE

Started writing stories a story got told; so started writing... nowhere to go—no place to call home not your typical fairytale. Young and naïve never believed that one could hide love so well. God knows I've failed; but he knows that I've tried. Longing to find our happily ever after from the beginning; all it leads to is a pile of broken parts. A warm June afternoon as the sun set creating a breathtaking portrait over the Plateau. I sat still to ravish the silence and beauty in which surrounds me.

I gaze upon the captivating landscape; miles and miles for the eyes to marvel astonishing architecture, aesthetically appeasing flower gardens blooming, and charming chirping creatures fluttering. Wait! Silence abruptly interrupted my attention immediately redirected up above. Directly overhead a small jetliner rapidly decreasing in altitude from their accent above allured attention toward what appeared as a never-ending path, long passage way of pavement—a runway.

I've always dreamed of travel; living with the man that you no longer know and pondering... maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live: longing for something that is safe and warm; wishing never to have looked or never to have been touched; yearning to be numb, not to love; desiring to stop loving you so much. There's gotta be more than this. I wanna live and learn. Most nights I hardly even sleep. When I feel all my dreams have failed; I'm at a breaking point it's impossible to shake. Say something, anything I'm giving up on you. It is like wishing for rain while standing out in the desert. Pack up... leave everything—runaway?

Must it happen...pushing each other to the limits. Finally, I can see you crystal clear. We pack up lessons learned; to leave the familiar behind. You know the way...say goodbye, turn around, and runaway. You will be okay along the way; just carry on.

A suitcase...a travel bag... or just the memoires and leave it behind; cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us from falling apart. The scars of your love remind me of us. Hope the wound heals, but I hear it never will.

Not really sure how to feel. I can't escape this now; I wanna hide the truth. You've been on my mind lately... how I'm breaking while you fall asleep; I miss the way we sleep. I miss when you are needing someone to hold; swaying like palm trees sitting in the wind. I miss the nights where we'd talk for hours.

Wherever you are in life you will find; some roads are paved and easily followed. Others just lead to a dead end. The more I know and grow; I realize I don't know where I'm going. Sometimes you gotta find your own; end the hate.

All the questions... all the emotions... all the scars and we're sitting alone. All the roads since you; lead in the wrong direction—far away. Will I ever find my way home? The journey eventually brought me back to you in the end. Sometimes you must runaway to appreciate that difficult roads often can lead to beautiful destinations—no story to be told.