The real ones
Whatever darkness you're running from,
whatever pain you don't want to feel,
know that you're not alone.
Know that there is a sea of others
running from their own pain,
and their own problems
whose names you will never know,
and whose faces you will never see.
The truth is you can't escape this world
without hurting,
without feeling the wounds of time.
But this world is a liar,
and wants you to believe everybody
is standing as still as a shiny plastic rose,
but everyone is running from some pain,
some faster, some slower,
and only the ones courageous enough
to face it ever get the reward of standing still,
and when you meet them,
you will feel like your standing beneath
the shade of a tall tree
that isn't going anywhere,
no matter how hard the wind blows.
