I run.

When problems pop up around me, I run.
When family problems start popping up, I run.
When work starts getting shitty, I run.
When people around me start collapsing, I run.

I run and run and run and run and run

Im lucky compared to some, I have the money to get away... far far away... run all the way to the Middle East and into the arms of a man who loves me enough that all I want to do is erase everything and start over with him. Just me and him.

It helps, but it doesnt stop anything, doesnt solve anything.

Eight years and counting... and my nightmares still come chasing after me