Run!...nothing has changed.

It started a few years ago, for answers that you do not know the questions to. Or perhaps it has already stopped, unnoticed as you continuously fall in the same mindless way you did before. Simply because it seems a lot easier to hold up than face the emotional debate you are in now. 

You question yourself at all times, continuously, as if asking the same question in a multitude of different ways which doesn’t make that much of a difference. 

You realize that you can never truly leave your past behind, and that when you least expect it, it will come knocking back on your door. Will you flee these ghosts that come back from years past, bringing back memories that you never thought would cross your mind again? Or will you turn and face your ghosts, straight in the eye? 

You turn around prepared to flee, in that familiar run that you have made again and again, through different tunnels of time, and different places, away from painful memories, repressed so deep down inside bleeding from the past to your current state now. 

"Run!" you whisper. 

Nothing has changed.