He just wanted to get away. To leave this place. To escape everything that held him here and everyone. To start again. But why? He lacked nothing. He had friends who he loved and a family that supported him. He was well respected and well known. So what was the problem? Why did he feel like he did? So he ran.
The rain soaked him. His shirt clung to his body as he ran. His shoes squelched with the water that they had absorbed from the footpath. He loved this feeling. The rain on his face. The loneliness of the rain, that came as the people hid. But not him. He stayed out. He identified with the rain. The rain hid his tears.
The pain of the run pushed him on. It didn't hurt quite enough just yet. He needed that pain. It had become his friend; his mask; his litmus test. He knew he was alive when he ran. At other times he doubted it.
And so he ran, as it poured. The rain covered his tears that he shed for things that he didn't understand. And this rain soaked man ran; under the shelter of the rain. And he ran under the shelter of the grey sky, hiding from the world.
The rain soaked him. His shirt clung to his body as he ran. His shoes squelched with the water that they had absorbed from the footpath. He loved this feeling. The rain on his face. The loneliness of the rain, that came as the people hid. But not him. He stayed out. He identified with the rain. The rain hid his tears.
The pain of the run pushed him on. It didn't hurt quite enough just yet. He needed that pain. It had become his friend; his mask; his litmus test. He knew he was alive when he ran. At other times he doubted it.
And so he ran, as it poured. The rain covered his tears that he shed for things that he didn't understand. And this rain soaked man ran; under the shelter of the rain. And he ran under the shelter of the grey sky, hiding from the world.
