you are running;
I see you cloaked
in midnight blues and
in the shadows of the night.
That is when you are most uninhibited.
With the belief maybe,
for a moment,
you are invisible (invincible).
Your arms flailing towards the edge,
your torso dragging in sequence
heart pounding in unison behind
the backdrop of silence.
Failing escapism, from the chasms
of thoughts and boundaries.
running against or towards or for;
(I wouldn’t know, for my sight is
unable to penetrate the nooks and crannies
and abysses and fissures
inside pools and underneath cracks)
inevitability of existence.