Bratty Girl

I hurt someone. I didn’t mean to. I would never intentionally hurt someone that I cared about, but intention is such a fine line. I knew what I was doing. I knew the consequences of my actions. I did it anyway. I can’t control myself sometimes. I have to run. I’ve never run, in one form or another, and my reasons span the spectrum of emotion and circumstance. We call ourselves commitment-phobes and laugh at the sisterhood, but how often do we really stop to wonder why? More importantly, when we end up alone, is it really gonna be that funny anymore?

When I was 13 I realized something. I will never have to be alone if I don’t want to. There will never be a time when someone does not want to be with me. I don’t say this with any self confidence or ego attached, it’s simply a fact. I think that’s one reason I feel okay with running away. I know that when I tire of running, someone else will be there to begin pursuit again. There’s no fear (yet) of having to run the remainder of the course solo.

I run because I can.

I run because I know better.

I run even when you can’t see it.

I run because that’s what wild things do.

I run in case there’s better terrain up the road.

I run because I’m not sure I’m worth it.

I run.

And I'm wearing holes in the bottoms of my shoes.