"In love, the one who runs away is the winner." Henri Matisse
manic pixie girl/5
One time I ran by the river alone with my eyes closed. It was early winter and the tree trunks were starting to slump with frozen roots. The wind howled. I forgot to wear a hat. I still ran. I remember the wind seeping into my lungs and numbing my insides. It is a feeling I've yet to forget. I compare it to every time I've had my heart broken. Or every time I wake up not loving what I do. The mornings I hate where I am and the nights I run scenarios through my mind with my eyes closed. I like to think of my past lovers as ghosts. They all haunt me. I am reminded of anyone through limp limbs and half smiles. They all call me beautiful or exciting and I hate that. So I run. I've grown to hate being such an object. You can hold me in the palm of your hands and kiss the side of my face with a choir of singing angels. I've always been fascinated with Sirens. There must be a reason behind it.
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