Run With Me
I want to run away from the future.
I want to turn back and disrupt our timelines,
Take you out of that summer memory-
And run to that island I went to,
I'll tell you about it on the way, you'll love it.
I promise.
So take my hand and turn the page
Let's write a tale of our own.
When the future comes to find us
All they'll find is a trail of dusty books
About the magic in your eyes
And the mystery of my mind.
.
A. Ebbole
March 31st 2019















