I Move

Because stillness is the enemy.

I move.

I move so that I won't die.

So that air pushes into my lungs.

So I don't suffocate in the stillness.

I move forward.

I move forward so that my past won't ruin my future,

Before I even get there.

I move fast.

I move fast to outrun myself.

Even though I am myself.

I need to move backwards.

I need to move backwards because I'm getting too full.

I need to expel the air, the past.

Or else I will be too heavy.

Forced to be still.

Then I will suffocate anyway.

I exhale -

My past becomes an old friend I left behind.

And suddenly I don't move.

I fly.