Dashing through the snow.

I wish I could dash in the snow, not in a one horse open sleigh, but on tennis rackets, scarves and boxers.

I just want to run away from everything this winter season. Besides the frequent sicknesses I get from everyday, which I try to ignore by taking vitamin C, mefenamic acid, paracetamol and antibiotics, I still get to enjoy my life a bit.

But I still want to run away from it all; life, death, emotion, insanity, midlight and yesterday. If I wasn't acrophobic, I wish I could fly and just see the bigger picture. Right now, I see small details that I make a big deal of. I'm getting confused between the adages, "Gold is in the details." and "The key is in the bigger picture."

No idea where to start.

Run, I say, run. You stop running, the wolves catch you. You don't stop, the winds will stop you.

Why this irony in life?

Take small steps, they say. Fuck it, I'm leaving.

Run, I say, run.