I have been running for my life, whether towards it or away from it, I have not stopped. I chase it or it chases me. There’s an echo sometimes, maybe from my chest where my heart tries to make a run for it, or perhaps it’s from the way my feet hit the pavement loud, running from myself, away from myself… I search the signs, look for one that shows me the way to self discovery. Maybe I’m lost most of the time, but at least I am not standing still. That means something right? I don’t always know the route carved with my name, but I swear I’m leaving footprints everywhere to say… I was there, I am here, I never gave up. I swallowed the compass, read the way by the beats of my heart.. I listen closely, and it’s okay if it takes me the long way around. Sometimes the long way has the best lessons to learn.