i_talk_to_trees

I’ve been told,

That I have a gift for words,

Here lie the depressing thoughts,

I keep hiding in my metaphors

so no one guesses they're mine.

I was running.

Because that’s all I could do.

Run.

My dirty red converse slapped the pavement.

Running and running and running.

I was at the park now.

Faster

Faster I ran.

Past tourists,