i.
Running—
Out of words, breathe slowly.
ii.
Who is watching you? What force is shaping your life,
Molding you,
Forcing you into the minutiae of destiny?
iii.
Do you slow to a walk when you think of me?
Do you wonder where I am,
Who I am becoming?
iv.
In time I find solace,
Crawl into a space illuminated by flux,
And here I sit alone,
Gazing into the pale eyes of alleviation.