And when I say I will run, I do not mean escape.
I will fly on wings made out of what I overflow with,
wings made out of content sighs and satisfied breaths.
I’ll disappear around the curve of the world, far enough
that I won’t be forgotten, but far enough that I won’t be here.
I will be somewhere else, breathing different air, soaking up
new light, meeting new people, touching new lives..
Yes, that will be enough. I hope.