”There was once a girl who ran. She ran very far away from everyone she ever knew. She ran far into the forest, into the mountains, back into the darkness that beckoned her, the darkness that beckons all of us. She ran to the shoreline and looked out across the sea hoping to find reprieve in it’s ceaseless, white-foamed waves.”
I once knew a girl like this, infact up until about a month or so ago, I really did not know what to do in the end. Do you let someone who is so set on running, free? or do you rein them in and try and help what is left?
I wish that she didn’t have to run, I wish that she could see those around her.