Hope but no hope
Everything is crumbling.
The world shakes as the buildings fall out of their structures.
I’m running as fast as my fragile legs would take me. I don’t think I can for much longer. I don’t know where I’m going, because I know no place is safe enough. Nothing can protect me.
Knowing all that, I still run. A lamppost drops in front of me and makes me stop in my tracks. I pant heavily and double over. My legs are lead and the air I’m breathing is steel. My eyes burn with oncoming tears, all I hear is everything falling, heavy footsteps are all around me. Why wouldn’t there be? Aren’t we all deluded with the thought of finding some place safe against the onslaught? It’s ironic, really.
There’s no hope, but everybody is running in search of exactly that. I am too. I know its only luck that can save me. Everybody is aware of that, I’m sure. Maybe it’s that everybody is searching for desperately. Luck.Not everyone has it, but everyone hopes for it.
The sky is a dark abyss, not a single speck of light anywhere except the dying ones here on earth, in the buildings that still stand.
I don’t realize when my face became wet with tears, or when I knelt with my hands on my stomach.
I don’t have time for this. I’m out in the open. I have to flee. I don’t know if this delusion is good enough, but it’ll have to do.
So I run.
I run for the life I’ve always neglected.
Even if it is a few minutes I will get to breathe, I have to live.
I run with hope that may be true, I run with the hopes that I will come out of this alive.
My life had never been more important.
I had never been so grateful for the air in my lungs and my beating heart.
I run. I run for my life.