Running

I’m tired of running.  It’s so much easier when alone, life.   Only thing that matters is what you want, need or think you need and nothing else.  For years I was single because I wanted to avoid the heartache and the stress that comes when loving someone.   I’m tired of running.

If only I could read minds or would that be a living hell?

When all of the sudden there’s a distance and I have no idea what caused it – my first thought used to be, run.   But when there’s a possibility for a life in the company of a good woman, a happy life,  running could be, would be a mistake.

Is it pain? Is it frustration?  Is it anger?  What else?  I’m the cause, somehow.

All my walls are down.  Too late to bring them back up.   Exposed.   It’s what I want.

I want to live.

I’m tired of running.