A Runaway

I want to escape to the wilderness
Quiet and healing
Non judgemental
Alpine air fills my lungs
With the breath of solitude
The winds shift my thoughts
To a merger whisper
The howling moon
Soothes the wounds of foreign lands
Aimless as I am
I fall into a rhythm of survival
Of working tools into a beat
As life conjures beneath my feet
I think of love
And if it was ever for me
And how far do I have to run away
Before I’m robbed of it’s stinging taste.

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