Yet, I run. No not to escape, but to release all this energy I have within. This energy that is not letting me focus. This energy that is making my hands shake, my face redden and the adrenaline flow through my veins.

He laughs when I tickle him, he squirms when I have to change him. He doesn't smile when he's hungry, he stares at the kitchen.

"Next year is a definite," I would say. "Next year it will definitely happen." But it didn't. One more year passed and her birthday would come and go, yet I never called her to wish her a happy birthday.

The flowers bloom, the trees get taller, the planet gets older, wiser and lovelier.

My mind is a place I dare not visit; especially when I'm alone. That's the very reason I keep myself occupied. Busy scurrying from place to place, filling up my time with silly nonsense. But today was different.