Run

I'm running away.

I don't want to face tomorrow.

That's why I don't sleep.

That's why I keep eating.

So tomorrow will never come.

I won't have to catch up.

On what I've not done these 2 days.

On what I've not done months before.

On what life has not done for me.

No, its for what it has done to me.

A few stray thoughts and the cookie crumbles.

I want cookies, I want mochi.

But all the stalls are closed.

I have wheat cereal and milk.

Again and again, I need more.

Give me more.

I'll call Mcdonalds.

I'll spent $20 on one order.

I'll grow fatter.

I'll spend my savings on these slothful sins.

Because I have nothing to spend time on.

Or life on.

I'll eat it all in my room.

The walls will shield me.

The internet will shield me.

But my table crawls with ants.

I don't know how to call for it.

One by one, they go offline.

Before my words are formed.

Before I reach for them.

Before I try.

Unlike before.

But I didn't need it before.

Only now, when I want to stay in the now.

Help.