FLEURELM

​It's like I'm running to catch something that keep moving. I run as fast as I can but, the point that I want to catch always a thousand miles away. I run a hundred miles, and it's going a hundred miles farther. My knees hurt, my lungs out of breath, but I keep running. And then I fall, the pain covering my heart. I can feel my tears on my cheeks. I'm chilled of my own sweats. Something deep in my heart is falling apart. Somehow I know it will happen. Somehow I know I never can get the point I want. But somehow, don't know why, I still keep running.