Go!

I'm running.
Running.
running away.
From all the things I remember.
All the things I miss.
From laying in grass in the summertime,
to my first kiss.
I'm running.
Running.
Running away.
I'm ready to let it go.
Ready to let it sink in.
Lets do this.
On my mark.
Get set.
Go!

Between Two Worlds

I can walk forward. But I wont hear anything.
I can take a breath, and hear the mechanics of my body function.
It's silent.
Like a snowfall.
Just present enough to nip the tip of my nose,
and tops of my ears.

I walk backwards. Then I hear everything.
I blink, and watch the world around me shift.
It's boisterous.
Like being in the median.
Between rushes of bustling traffic.
I can't sit still.
Have to run.
Have to run.