i strain my eyes and try, to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

when i can't stand it, i run. 

i leave the pavement with everything i want off my back. i leave my frustrations, my shortcomings, my arguments, my tears, my insecurities, my confusion. 

probably why tonight i can't even feel my legs.

more boxes checked off.

i'm nearing so many ends & so many beginnings.