Run Off The Pages.

Let me walk away.
No flying, no floating, and no soaring away into the sunset.
Into a better life.

There is no time for me.
No place for me.
There are only moments and experiences.

There are only adventures that make my insides shaky
and my heart throb for the thrill of something better.

Let me leave.
Let me find a new place,
one that makes me happy,
for only for as long a dream.

When I wake up,
let me close my eyes before the saltwater reaches my lips.
And let me search for one more place
that holds the mysteries, the feelings.

Let me run away.
From the dark, from the hurt,
from the tears that blur my vision.

Let me run out of the worlds of books,
and into my own real-life fairytale.
Where happiness exists, for me.

I am a coward.
I am scared.
Of never finding anything better.

So we search.
So I search.
So I fail.
Let me walk away with courage in my heart,
and dreams filling my head and my hopes.

I am scared.
That there is nothing better,
for me to latch onto.
For me to live for.
I am scared that happiness exists
only is stories.