I don’t want to run, because I know how that would end.

What we have here... it is neither happy, nor forced. We are just... stuck, I think. Oh yes, we move, we make noise, we live our lives. We do everything we need to do to make sure everyone else thinks we are all right.

But we’re not. We’re so far from all right it’s not even funny. Even when I burst into laughter, hysterical, unforced, painful laughter, I’m not really laughing. I’m just letting my emotions out the only way I’m allowed.

And so it will continue...

Because I’m not brave enough to move on. I’m not brave enough to be happy. I’m not brave enough to stop moving, and have my past catch up with me. I’m not brave enough to stop making noise, and hear the accusing whispers. I’m not brave enough to stop living my life, because I know that if I tried to run, you would take it from me.

I don’t want to run, because I know how that would end.

The song "competition" is still open. For the 8th sitting of this series, I'm taking a song, and writing a full one-shot/poem for each line. It's just another form of prompt, but in song form.

I'd like any readers and/or reviewers to choose the song I'm going to do. So if you have a favourite song, then PM me, or tell me in a review, and I'll write them for the 8th sitting.