Running

As I sit, I think of you.

All these thoughts.

Racing... Running...

That makes me think of you, too:

Running.

What's with this?

I hate it

but then...

I love it.

Knowing...

Then I keep thinking... of you.

Why?

Isn't the reason obvious?

I know everything. I know you.

I understand more than my sanity cares to let out.

I don't want you always in my thoughts.

But then that would be a lie.

I want to be with you. I need you.

I need to be with you, too... Always...

Racing...

Running...