RUNNING

I can’t stand being normal, 

I can’t stand it when things are okay, 

I want an emotion to its very full, 

And feel protected in that emotional excess, 

Like a heavy blanket protecting me from the cold I can’t and don’t want to feel,

Because no one but me understands that,

I’m only okay when I’m running away, 

From something I can’t see, but I feel is dangerous. And that,

I’m only fine when I’m looking for a higher purpose, something incredibly radical, 

I’m splendid in the summertime, when I’ve satisfied my desires.