Run Run as Fast as You Can

I like to dream. Well, more remember, remember our victory, a victory five years old. The one I relive over and over in my hand, as it seemed at it's best parts. Our escape, our getaway, our supposed happily ever after. But the lesson they omit from the fairy tales is that there is no happily ever after. There is one fairy tale that shows it the best. My favorite fairy tale because it rings true, and cuts out the bull shit. The gingerbread man. My favorite line is "Run run as fast as you can" because that sums up life. Our life especially, life is a run. It's running away from everything, because there isn't another thing you can do. You just need to keep running and running, for your life, until you slip up, and get gobbled up by the fox.

But I still like to dream. Dream that there is a happy ending. Change the memory so that we didn't go out seperate ways. We stayed together, and stayed a family. That we lost every evidence of that terrible place. That we could just live a normal life, and never look back. I change it to our happily ever after. But I know that there won't be one. Even if we got a long rest, we'll still need to run, and keep running for the rest of our lives. My name is Flit, and this is our run.