I run.

I run so fast I can barely see

and I can barely hear

the music that beats like a drum in my ear

to the cricks in my crackled heart.

I fly.

My feet grumble off the ground

hating the gravity,

loving the moments our body

in the sky.

I run, run, run so fast

because I hope to leave the ugly within me behind.

I hope it’s too dark and heavy

to keep up, to fly.

So I run, run, run so fast

and in those moments I have paradise.

I almost leave it all behind.

The faster I run, the more fierce my eyes.

The longer my stride, the more focused my gaze.

And the world continues to turn

but I leave it all behind, I only sometimes am remind.

The black surrounds me as the tragedy of my mind

and so I run at night. I do not fear.

Nothing can scare me—do you not know what I mean?

Nothing out there is worse than in here.

Let me run facing the wind,

no strength in my legs

but  my mind is strong.

Give in she says.

Give up she says.

I do not want to live, she feels.

Here.

But she dreams of paradise.

I am here, I do not stop….when I run.

Run, run run, she whispers.

And I run.

January 2, 2012

Jennifer Weber

11:57pm

Written to “Paradise” by Coldplay