The sun rises and the sun sets. Nothing ever changes. The flowers grow and the flowers die. Nothing ever changes. The trees grow and the trees fall. Nothing ever changes. We are on an endless circle. A circle I did not buy a ticket to ride. I need to get out. I refuse to be caught in the middle or flung to the outside where new circles begin. It will be my choice. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. I will break the circle. The sun will stay in the sky. The flowers will never die. The trees will never fall. This ride will stop!
I run. I run with the circle chasing me. Will I live? I run until I can give no more and collapse on the cold hard concrete. The world blacks out…