Sometimes, I feel very sure about what I want. Other times, I don't know anything at all.

Maybe I'm just looking for a saviour, someone to lean on when I need someone to lean on. Maybe this person is the reason for all what I do, all my escapes and my runs. And because he doesn't show up, I keep doing what I do and I keep escaping and I keep running.

Maybe everything I do have something to do with love, whatever love is. It's when you feel that there's a hole inside you that you try to fill it up, with anything. With doing, with escaping, with running.

I miss you. Please come to me, whoever you are.

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