Runaway by Arabian Oud {R}

A change in locations can change a person's fate. I am a believer of destiny but there is a confusion that goes about for the past few months now. In this month's edition, I am talking about my confused heart. A zillion threads of emotions are pulling me apart, wrecking me and making me question what I want. After a constant adrenaline ride of love, I thought the empty phase in my life would sedate my nerves but I was proven wrong. Being out of a relationship, even when you know people have feelings for you can mess you up. Runaway is a quest for sanity, for every human being, the element of insanity is a way of balancing our normal life. I can not express more than how I am running away for some time from everyone, I hope they do not misunderstand me and do not hate me. I need to realise and know what exactly I want, I can not deliberately hurt someone or use someone, I can not play with anyones feelings. I simply can not. I am closing myself into a shell, which is my world... I need to revitalise and renew myself. When I first travelled last month, my quest was different, seeking peace in myself, but now the quest has changed; love has crept into the alleyway again, stalking me, trying to find a way into my veins, in my blood and take over my existence. I am afraid, for I do not know which road to choose, I feel weakened by the cool breeze and simply want to close my eyes to make everything alright.

Where will this lead? destruction, joy or simply hate?

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