Shadow in the wind

    Safe. One word that's begining to feel alien to me. Ever since i was little i dont think ive ever known the true meaning of safety. Im always moving from one place to the next, never staying in one place long enough to from any kind on relationship. It gets lonely being me, you see, my dad died when i was only 5, leaving only me and my mum. Ever since then weve been running. Running, maybe one day i'll understand why. But for now, i just have to keep running, and not look back, not for anything. Its 3 weeks since they found us, and ever since then my mums getting more and more paranoid by the minute. But its hurts, being me. All the things ive done, all the things ive seen. Every time i feel like a little piece inside of me dies, and i dont know how much longer i'll be able to cope, or how long before they find us again. I guess its only a matter of time...