Are you sure, they ask, are you positive? I nod my head slowly, words can't come out anymore. They smile gently, but with a troubled look in their eyes. They know I'm lying.
They try to change my mind but I've become incorrigible, adamant. They know I'm lying, but they eventually leave.
And I'm again, left alone, running for life.
Life has me on a leash. Tethered to my troubles, beating me with a whip, pushing my body to the brink of death, even though I'm still running.
Yes, I've been told that the Earth is always beautiful, but I can only see it in the winter. I can only see it in the cold relaxing beauty that the winter snow brings.
That's when I'm allowed to stop running.