We are all Running

.. from something , from someone , you past perhaps?

Time is funny, not in the comical, humorous kind of way, but rather , intriguing and peculiar way.

The alarm clock goes off. I've been asleep, for what seems to be an eternity. How many hours has it been? My eyes struggle in the intense morning rays that soak the room , as they focus from the haze, it catches the radio clock on the bedside table . It shows half past 6. 

"Fuck." , I mutter to myself.

What does half past 6  signify, I cannot help but wonder. It's always 6:30 when I wake, too often for it to  be a random occurrence, or just coincidental.At least I know there's a trend, but why, I cannot say.  Will I ever discover the meaning behind it? I can't say for certain, but I do intent to find out. I need to find out, with every passing day, I feel as if I'm losing myself.

Every passing day, a part of me is lost , unsure, it feels as.. as if I am running again, but from what? Why won't the dreams stop, I am tired. Could they be demons from my past coming to haunt me? I am unsure, unsure of everything. 

2 years,3 months,4 weeks,8 days,10 hours,12minutes,14seconds ago

That familiar song plays startling me as it catches me off guard.I feel my phone vibrating,it was my phone ringing.I check to see the caller ID to find you calling me as I wait to board my flight.
"Hey you,I was just thinking of you.' I say in a very cheerful and excited voice
"Hey.." Your tone blunt and dull.
The initially greetings motioned for what I knew was not going to be a very pleasant conversation.
Our conversation somehow lacked the previous enthusiastic and joyful spirit.It had only been mere minutes but had felt as hours on my side
"May I have your attention please,we are now boarding"
"I have to go,it's time for me to board."I say dreading to imagine how our future conversation would be like
"Yeah I know,I heard."
"I'll talk to you soon alright?I'll only be gone a week.Goodbye".
"Goodbye and please take care" you say with uncertainty.
I hang up,letting out a heavy sigh as I pull my backpack over my back.As I board my flight,I look back wishing the conversation would have gone differently,but at the same time glad to be able to get away from it all.

Little did I know,this was the beginning of my adventure.

cheerio
p.s. I think i'm stressed and therefore i blog.
p.p.s Maybe i'm not stressed.
p.p.p.s I swear on DarthVaders grave that i made this up.haha