what to write, what to write.

I couldn't think of what to write about so I found a website that gives you phrases to spark an idea

The phrase I chose was "some might say it's weakness" and this is what I randomly came up with...

Some might say it's weakness, but I'd say it's strength.


It's been 4 years since we ran ...
to the day. 


But it still stings with newness. 


I  guess I hadn't expected time to pass so easily, but...what else does it do? 


Time is inevitable they tell me. I mean, yeah... I know. But that doesn't mean I can't try to escape it. Try until my knuckles are white and my airway tightens on the endless roads.








I'll keep trying.









The morning we left appeared normal to others, but for me, it was the start of a new life. I'd had my bags packed weeks in advance, waiting for the phone call that would send my life spiraling into chaos.

And it happened at 3:13 am.

Your gentle flicker of the headlights jump-started my heart into a record breaking acceleration. I crept out the window, my silver bracelet caught the light of the street lamps and flickered in the moonlight as my converses smashed into wet soil.

I was expecting my heart to slightly tear as you steered me away from my house, feet propped on the dashboard as the crisp night air caught my hair, but it sat unharmed.

As we drove on the music thumped dully in the background, rhythmically in tune with your breath. We passed the houses that had been built with my childhood. The cul-de-sac where Donut got hit by a car when I was 8, the tree we carved our names in, the backdoors and wooden fences that provided us with the perfect setting for hide and seek. I felt cold. And not because of the tempereature, but because of what I'd just done.

My pulse quickened.


I grabbed your hand, callused yet comfortable, and braced for impact.