We were like moths,

You and I.

We would flock to these street lights,

For almost no reason,

We would sit and chat,

About anything and everything.

Some nights were cold and rainy,

Others are warm and sticky.

But always, without a doubt

We would be under the lights.

Why?

Is because the warm glow

Reminded you of the warm flecks of color

In my eyes?

Does the warm glow of the street lamps,

Remind y...

I didn’t know where exactly I was running away from, but I did know that I just needed to get away.

The trees and shrubs that make up this deeply wooded forest rush by me in a blur of lush green. Begging me to stop and catch my breath. Begging me to lie down in the welcoming branches of an overgrown fern and coerce me to sleep. To fall into that endless slumber that will help end all my pain.

Bu...