Running down the stairs bursting with anger.

Grabbing what I think I will need, I run out the door.

One shoe tied the other laces flying in the wind.

The sun is beating down while the air is crisp and cold with tiny dew drops.

The days pass me by but I am oblivious to the time passing.

Feeling mixed emotions of stripping  layers or staying bundled because I am sweating cold.

I walk.

Questions and thoughts appear and disappear through my mind as fast as the people in my life.

I am bullied by my own inner demon.

I walk.

The common sound of mud and gravel squishing beneath me.

As I continue down the dirt road hints of maple, cinnamon and pumpkins dance around my nose.

I walk some more.

Only to discover what other mysteries taunt me from the trees.

The mocking so loud in my memories that no earbud could afford me my moment of peace.

Thoughts rumble through my brain.

My greatest efforts to ignore them drain me of will power, I have no control over my own mind.

It has a conscience of its own and has worse ADHD than was diagnosed.

I walk faster.

My attention has been grabbed elsewhere as a maple leaf catches breeze and flutterz towards

me.

As big as my hand , so vibrant with color.

The veins wisping through from stem to the jagged tips

It’s mine I thought to myself,

something so beautiful in a word so ugly.

I start to run.

As fast as possible.

As though I even have the option to run from myself.

I am a vacated shell, an empty silhouette.

Full of darkness.

Stumbling to find the light switch.

Overwhelmed with the sudden truth, that you can’t find what was never there.

Everyone has a demon and an angel.

One that shows the light through the dark while the other tries to destroy everything peaceful.

My angel must be on vacation.