Of my desire, nothing seems real. I have searched a lifetime for a love that could stop my soul and make me want to stay in one place. To ease my wondering heart, for the feeling of happiness that would root my being to another.

And with such knowledge came a great pain. To know that i would give up my dreams for such a person. Not only to give them up, but to create new dreams. Dreams that gave life, to a life together. To combine our dreams and to make them one.

But the dreams i have mean nothing now without them. To have those new dreams ripped apart. To bleed alone in the silence and try and pick up the pieces. The dreams that were once mine, my own, alone; they seem like an escape. A chance to take me away from that pain.

An escape I would gladly take if it were possible this minute. I would run, and live my life as i always saw it. But my heart is attached, it has been rooted and unless i can escape this minute it will stay as such. My dreams are now flawed.

They no longer have the meaning they once did. As before they were an aspiration, an accomplishment to be celebrated. Now a means of cowardice.

How i would run from it all..... but i would be running from you. And all i want is for you to run with me.