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Run,Little Man, Run

Short story By: DrivenByWill

Another page in his Journal: It seems our dear friend Oliver Rivers wishes to simply get away...

Submitted:Apr 14, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I am yet, on the run again, from a person? No. From a place? No? I say, this is an escape from myself, my very own being. How can one escape from thy self you say? Well, dear reader, the truth is, you simply can not and sadly will not…ever escape. In no way, shape or form can you escape from the recesses of one's own being, but that won't stop me from trying.
Now, I know what your thinking, what thread your coyly weaving in that bright mind of yours. Why? Why continue to run if my plans were doomed from the start, knowing that I was destined to fail? Because, I feel fear, I would say, because I'm human, I would continue, and as long as this mortal soul remains, clinging to my withering vessel of a body, I will always continue to have hope.
So, no I will never stop running, ever running, persistently running, and while I'm doing so the troubles of my conscience will always be lurking, ever quiet, always waiting to jump me, in the dark depths of my psyche. Hunting me down, but never truly getting a grasp of me.
As, long as it is roaming in the background, it will never gain access, a chance, to linger in the forefront, but instead prowl
statically in a trance, forever trampling around the mangy edges.
Surely you see how desperate this is, I shall never escape, and this wretched truth, I shall hold ever so painfully till my dying breath, but I refuse and I would be fool, to let it engulf me.
-Oliver Rivers


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