running-away

Running away has been futile. Wherever I went life would be the same. Resisting my chains only seem to tighten them. Yet all around me women found ways to slip those bonds, to discreetly flout the rules and then return to their so-called captivity before anyone noticed.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

Home._ This was my mantra, my four-letter savior.

Are we running away from home?_ I asked, giving voice to the question that had been on my mind for two days, ever since the lady at the Wok On restaurant asked where we were from and my mother

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found.I'll take you there, you'd said.And I could say that I agreed.

I do know this. It's the things we run from that hurt us the most." __rad Sturdevant

Fluttershyes are like regular shyes, only shinier, and, apparently - also shyer. Whenever petted - they don't flutter, but run away instead.

No more,' I told him. 'No more running in the wrong direction... You run to me'.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.__ell,_ said Jack at last. __hat do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?___es!_ whispered all the children.__et__!

Why did you run away last time?_ William asks quietly, so quietly that at first, I think I__ imagining it...__ecause you are dangerous for me,_ I say in the same tone so that he is the only one who can hear me...__ecause,_ I say, but then I stop, my throat suddenly too dry.7_6_My tongue darts out to wet my lips before continuing in a hurry. __ecause_5__ou could be everything I ever wanted._ 4_3__verything and so much more.

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.