Running

Running, running, running away from my demons, so fast that the world is a blur… for so long that this seems to be the natural way – for the world to remain blurry and me on the run, perpetually.

Burst forth from the wilderness into a timeless paradigm – a deep azure, foamy and frothy waterfall. Clear, blue, sunny skies. And an endless season to spend at the shore.

A place to revel in the peaceful roaring of the water and the heady scent of Mother Earth. A place to examine, away from prying eyes, the razor sharp cuts and purple bruises.

Blink. 

On the run once again, each fresh cut more potent with the knowledge of the peaceful place – and the realisation of its eternal loss.