Ran...

I ran away from the sun,
I ran away from the shine and from the tense.

I ran away from myself,
I ran away, maybe to become another person.

I try to find the star,
Try to find the light and the beauty.

I try to make myself believe it was night,
I try to ran away from the morning sun.

I ran away,
and I keep running.

But, where am I heading?
to the fantasy?
or trying to find the reality that I'm not sure whether I believe in it.

I'm neither a runner,
nor a walker...

I'm just looking for a star from the brightness of the sun...

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it was a coward act... to tun and hide... but, yet, I did it... not once, not twice... but more... I'm not a coward... but it seems like I'm reactinng like one... I need to help myself... I need too...