Was I running away?

No.

Merely tired

of not being able to make up my mind

and of course

of the noise.

I saw them walking

desperately wanted to catch up.

My last safety,

was moving away.

In the shade of their shadows I lingered.

Hesitating, I was

bombarded by waves of nauseating reality.

So I turned away

just as their shadows slipped from under my feet.

I wasn't afraid.

But somehow that was no longer good enough.