Flowers slap against my bare legs. Pulling at them, ripping the soft skin. I run, faster and faster. All I need to do is get away, but why does that seem so hard. I'm here, in this moment, stuck. No matter how fast I run, no matter the direction, the effort, the energy, I never really move. Just an endless cycle, footfall after footfall. This can't be good. There is something very wrong here.
It seems that this is all I ever have to hope for. Even when I feel truly happy, someone comes along and kicks it right back out of me. How is that fair. Why can't they just let me have a little time to myself. A moment of freedom, of elation, of happiness. Sadly no. I will experience no such moment. But I will keep running, on and on. Endless. Pointless. Tiring. I simply can't keep doing this. There is no way that I can keep moving, no chance in hell that I will ever make it out of this endless field. This empty glade that keeps me captive. Driving me insane. An endless sea of waving flowers. Their petals rippling in the breeze, a breeze that never quite reaches me. Though I am tired and worn out, and could use a little comfort. There is no comfort in a place like this. No chance of escape.
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