Chase

What am I running behind?

Money? More money?

Ambitions?
Two good words from someone?

It's so tiring; waiting, expecting, waiting... All the dreams once seen now seem like a mirage- out of reach and evasive. Proud moments of success seem nothing more than a happy illusion that never actually mattered.

I try to shun things, smile, overwork, in the hope that it would get any better and the void is filled with some temporary joy.

Each day is a challenge- to pick up the pieces of myself from the last night and to get on, to create an illusion of normalcy.

Because running away has never been an option. For every night, all my choices catch up with me no matter what. They look at me puppy-eyed, expectantly, with so many questions to ask.

I always have a standard answer to them:
'I don't know.'