Saturday night. Little miss goldie locks is running. Running once again from a life that she had once known. Running away from the cold hands that would grip her hair pulling with an iron grip. An iron grip that promised to rip each and every strand from her roots. She runs away from the cold house that from the outside seemed so warm, and from the warm house that from the outside seemed like December would never leave. Run Run as fast as you can for trust issues never stopped cupid from slinging his arrows, one broken heart at a time. 

Oh my sweet little angel. My sweet little goldie please do tell us why are always running, is it because you are preparing for a marathon, or is it because you are trying to get away from the incessant screams of a life that started and ended in nothing but a nightmare, but oh dear sweet little one how can you possibly run from your own mind? 

Running seems like by far the absolute easiest thing to do, but what happens when you finally do embrass the warm, caring hands of a heart that actually loves you? This heart shows you that one plus one should definately equal two. This heart shows you that a warm smile and gentle embrass can be all that is needed in order to face off even the most deadliest of storms. This heart can show you what it feels like to never have to cry alone ever again.

But oh dear sweet angel, how is it when the time comes that you do the one thing that you have known so well. You run and you run and you run. Tell me darling, how long will you keep running? A day. A week. A month. Perhaps for eternity?