Run Into The Dark

Running, running in the cold blackness of night to a destination that doesn't exist. Anger and fear are my fuel, pushing me farther and farther. Damn the pain. I curse it as my lungs expload, as my legs burn and my mind splinters into millions of glowing shards. I see only what is directly in front, and even that is a hazed over representation of reality. The world flies by until it is all a blur. Through it all, the pain, the cold, the dark, the nothingness that is in my head, there comes one moment. A moment of intense light, and in that light peace. The reason for this ordeal is forgoten, the problems melt away. The world itself is no more, or maybe it is I who no longer exist. It does not matter, for the moment itself is all that does. The moment passes, I fall back to earth, what was nothing now morphs into the corperal world. All that was gone is now back, and I am left alone, cold, soaked in sweat, and burning from the pain. I am left to find my way back in the dark.