Quest For Completion

She peeked into the portal to everything she was hiding from.

She let it all in. Conceding to the irrational emotions about silly little things, the fears big and small, the nightmares and daydreams of a tiny little girl who doesn't know any better. She knew that sometimes, you had to be consumed by these ridiculous sensations in order to move past them. She knew this in theory, but in practice, it was much larger, much scarier than she thought.

She let each thing hit her - one by one, taking their best shot. They came in random order - no ascension or pattern to keep her somewhat stable. She stood and braved it - her inner self.

Then suddenly, amongst all the straws, she encountered the last one. She curled into her soul and shut her eyes so tight as if they would fall out with any less pressure. Her mind swirled with mayhem and her core cringed with disgust and cognizance of everything she is and everything she isn't.

And then, she ran.

She runs faster and faster until her limbs are robotic and she can't feel her own motion and her sweat becomes dry and her fingers are cold but she doesn't care because she's running and she's running and her cheeks are jumping with every thump she hits the ground with and her legs feel as though they could go on like this forever and her chest feels harder with every pump of her arms and pump of her heart and she RUNS.

She runs, because she realizes, it is the only time she is truly, and (in)completely, on her own.