Reflections

Perhaps life wasn't so bad after all. Well out of the line of poverty, loving parents, grandparents and siblings~ what more is there to ask for. My life isn't bad, I've just been misinterpreting it. No one is against me. Just myself. I'll promise myself this : I will return the favour, all the kindness, care and concern that they have given me. I will do my absolute best.

Running~

At the lowest point of my life, I looked into a mirror. The reflection~ a dark and depressed soul. I hated what I saw, and I ran. Days of running, running and running. Each time the light at the end of the tunnel getting closer and closer. Running was my passion. Running was an outlet for me to throw the hate I had for myself~and others. Throw it out of my mind. Little did I know, running away from the problem is only going to buy time, time to let you run a little further. They'll catch up eventually.