Running. Everyone does it. Weather you're running away from your heart, soul, or person. When I run, I imagine myself being chased, which isn't so far from the truth. When I run, I feel the adrenaline pumping through my vains but I can't stop. I can never stop. My feet are rythmically hitting the gravel. But still I go on. Even though I can hear my own hard breathing, I go on. I am not running away from something, though I am being chased. I'm running to the future and it is my past that is trying to catch up. I can't let it catch me, so I go on. Through the strain, through the hurt, the confusion, the dread. Through my thoughts I will run. And when I finally stop, I will have reached my destination. The past will be too far gone to see. It is only then that I can finally walk through the gates of the unknown...And it is there that my future awaits.