I have been running so fast for so long. My thoughts left behind to ruminate in a stagnant world. The patient world where clarity begins to form as concerns precipitate amidst time standing still. I have been running in the impatient world where each insult agitates anything which tries to consolidate, an impatient world where each insult fuels the storm. I had been running through the whirlwinds of convolution in the hope to reach the calm after the storm, but only so far been scarred by the debris of the wind.
I have been running so persistently that I have began to escape the hold of those close to me who would usually try and pull me back to a stagnant world where my uncertainties can be pinned down, dissected and neutralised through reflection. But I have ran so fast and so far that their help remains on the shore of their side of the ocean which I was crossing. I have been in a frenzy, continually running and flying from place to place. But there was a plane crash because I had ran out of fuel, perhaps a miscalculated destination.
I descended upon a hostile sea that was a rude awakening from the luxurious concerns of the cloud world. I landed in the same sea where I had been scared to drown previously because I did not make waves big enough to keep myself afloat amidst waves created by others from the impatient world. I lost contact with those close to me on the final parts of my journey as I was losing fuel. I have been paddling through the cold and turbulent waters. The sea is murky. I am not too injured but I am tired. I am alive and breathing that breath of life, but to their knowledge I may be on the verge of lost.
On the final legs of my journey, I had become so numb from running back and forth and flying from place to place in the grandeur. I had tried long to escape from the nondescript harshness that persisted in all directions from where I stood in the impatient world that I sought escape in the cloud world. I had become numb from my preoccupations of instant gratification, of my escapes drowning in the addictive volatile liquid. My skin had become thick from constant temperature changes and the harsh desert wind, from running, from flying . So much running and flying that the pain, the fatigue and the mortal expense of the stress inflicted upon myself had driven me to plunder.
I tired in the hostile sea. I have hurt those close to me through my absence and my escape from own conscience and consciousness. I hurt them as I become lost, completely numb and disconnected from my being, disconnected from my thoughts that I had left behind in the stagnant world. There is a spill at the crash site and the poisons are leaking away, leaking and being dispersed by the churning waters. The whole surrounding sea becomes polluted, but an infinite dilution ensures any of this seems insignificant to my eyes and my body after a while.
I have reached out in desperation, a final calling to be pulled by those close to me, back the stagnant world from drowning the fumes of the volatile liquid which was consuming me. They have responded to me as they have been waiting on the shore of the patient world. They seem more at ease with themselves in the patient world. I am paddling in the sea. The cold waters are sobering.
I am paddling in the water, the waves becoming intimidated by the approaching shore. I can swim easier and my fatigue eases. The world seems more stagnant; the sea more still, and the water more clear. My thoughts begin to precipitate. I meet the thoughts I left to ruminate and I carry them from the seabed. The crystalline waters of the stagnant world greet me. I emerge onto the white-sand beach. The cold water soon runs off me, I am very rinsed but not completely cleansed.
I gradually start running again, with less haste and less obligation, but with more will to run, to create something on this prosperous land. The prosperous land whose soil has been nurtured by the precipitated thoughts of those great and those close to me. I start running again, but through the patient world, through the world where I can carry my thoughts with me.
