A poet on the run. That sounds like me, But I am really on the run? No...
Not physically anyways...
I was born and raised in Hungary, and for those who want to start a thread with my character, you will learn that that character is similar to me.
What is my real name? You might already know it. What do I like to do? You might know a little of it. What was my past like? You might know a bit of that too.
I am not exactly on the run, I am not running moving my legs in a fast motion. But I am on the run from my mind. My mind races before it can process anything. I jump place to place cloaking myself in my own fears. I write poetry to let things out but they only fill up again. So much poetry and so little room. Where do I go? Where do I hide? Can I hide?
If I lay there staring up to the sky, I am free. If I see the stars, I am soaring, If I see the sun, I am flying. I look back down in front of me and everything returns to grey and silent.
I just want to get away...From all this grey...
I just can't seem to get away...
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