We run again.As the years grow old and the days leave.We run fast and then faster only to see our footprints being erased behind us. There is this race towards another tomorrow again and again and for what? We spin down into storms of days of fever and sleepless nights.Seconds like insects devouring our seasons of youth. Our seasons of youth.
Run, rabbit run...
I will stand still. Unanimated.
I will be absorbed.
No more running for me.
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