Aren't you tired?
From Launchora
Places to be, people to meet, new challenges to endure. We've heard ourselves say this, repeat it, chant
it. Its a recurring melody of the lost.
We've heard ourselves say that maybe in some other place it'll be better.
But let me tell you: it doesn't get better once you've started running away. It doesn't get better once
you start thinking of leaving this place for another. It'll only start all over again, because what are
nightmares but a distorted dream we secretly yearn for?
Whatever you've created, whatever you've done, whatever you're running away from, it will catch up
with you. Your ex-lover, ex-fling, ex-friend, ex-everything, they all run faster than you, because guess
what? They feed on your speed, on how fast you run. That is their fuel. They all know and the past
knows, that soon enough, you'll trip, but not into your inevitable doom, no that's too easy--you will
instead trip into their yearning hands.
Then with those hands they will slowly caress you and make you feel right at home, but then you wake
up and realize this is not your life and then you start running once again.
But running is not a question of why, rather its a question of where. Where are you running to? Where
are you running from? The origin and the end.
It is in the transitory and break periods in by which you find yourself lost. It is where you realize that you
really don't know where you are running to.
The reality is that you are running because you are addicted to it.
You are running because you're a coward.
But whatever you're running away from, it'll catch up to you and it'll bring an axe not to chop off your
head, but to chop off your legs so you may never run away again. That is the price you pay for running.
So instead of running, grab whatever you can. Grab your cloth, your pen, your shirt, or that teddy bear
he gave you. Grab anything but don't run. Instead stand your ground and take it. Take the hurricane, the
storm, the flood, the knives, the words, the hidden reality in your mind that you will not make it. Take it
all, because at least you're not going to take a curse within your heart that's bound to stay in your entire
life. Take it all, because at least, in the end you emerge a victor, a survivor, a warrior. Take it all, because
you can finally tell yourself, that you are truly tired, because you've vanquish your demons and instead
of running away from them you've fought them and now it is their turn to fear you.
So don't run. Stand and fight. Hit them with the best you've got, because you are the hurricane, you are
the storm, you are the knife in the dark, the nightmare that dreams yearn for. You are a demon that
makes angels look bad.