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.