i thought

that if I ran long and hard and fast and far, then I could leave it all behind me. I thought that, if I ignored it, it would go away. I thought that I could self-punish and work off the guilt. I thought I could realign the karmic scale by pure willpower. I thought I could push things away. I thought that, if I could just get the words out, things would be easier. I thought I could focus on others instead and avoid thinking or feeling for myself. I thought I could hide (cue joke about skill ranks, blindsense and a certain feat that shall remain nameless).

I thought that I could escape. I thought that I could...escape.