Catch My Breath

Running. For years now, it has seemed that all I have been doing is running. Running from my life, my friends, my family, my job. Finally, a time has come when a break seems almost feasible. Slower and slower I ease up on my pace, until I am all but left completely motionless. I look from side to side, surveying my surroundings, I see....nothing. I quiet my breathing and I hear....nothing except my anxious heartbeat pumping away within my chest cavity. I am totally and utterly alone. This marks the first day in over 7 years that I am no longer "on the run" as it were. No longer do I feel the constant, nagging, need to lace up my metaphorical Nike's and bolt from any and all situations that seem too much to handle. Now, all I am left with is what to do next.