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although not often, but probably more than I should do. I like to
run away. I like to run far from my troubles far across our vast
planet. Where I can rest and seek shelter, and perhaps, a little
solitude in another place.
I run because
probably, I am a coward, but more often because Im not. When I
run away its not at the bottom of the road where Ill be found,
but at the bottom of a very long path, that sometimes, leads nowhere,
but often takes me away.
I like to fly on Aeroplanes, to soar high up above, to look down on
the small houses and all the people that I love. Sometimes, more often
than not, I fly far away. It often takes me hours to get where Im
going, but when I get there the time melts away. I love to land in new
airports, ones that Im yet to explore. I like to lie on there
cold marble floors and watch everyone go by. I like to step outside
the doors and breathe the new air in deep; I like its smell, even though
the new smell is always brief. I like trying a new language that I have
never before had to speak; I like it when locals laugh at my attempts.
I enjoy their amusement at my pronunciation of their complex dialects
and like it when I finally manage to get it right.
Sometimes though the sun soothes away my distress and eases all my troubles
away. I love the world and the world loves me. Its my shoulder
to cry on, a huge hug and my one favourite book. Its always a
good story, a heart rendering read an exciting adventure you never no
which. Its a never-ending tale and there are always some empty
pages for you to fill. Each country for me is therapy, some countries
build my confidence, some sooth my broken heart, others remind me of
spectacular beauty and just how fortunate I am. If I could write what
I see or everything that I feel, find the words to describe, I could
probably make a fortune, but I might loose my place to hide.
The world is my diary it holds all my secrets, my passport lets me in
and out on a journey that no one else is allowed. My stamps are my trophies
their bold colours remind me where I have been and the spaces show me
how much room I have still yet to fill.
I try to do things I wouldnt normally do, to test myself and show
me that I am still very much alive. I like to dive beneath the waves
and explore the coral and fish, I try to swim like Im one of them
and hope that they dont know. I like to scare myself silly so
after I can tell my new friends that I have made.
Sometimes, more often than not, I forget what I was running from so
good is the world at healing my wounds. I like to forget and to remember
only that perhaps I should go home. Sometimes, although not often, but
probably more than I should do, I run away. But most of the time I come
© Anne Benjamin Jan 2004
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