Running from my own emotions so anxiety looms. I know if I jump, I’m jumping into an ocean of regret. Boom. Belly flop. A lack of grace, for just a moment, now all I want to do is hide my face. Take me to another place where no one knows my name, a secret island full of wild so I can lose myself in an illusion that I actually can be tame. I’m the only one to blame, but I keep running, running, running, trying to wash it off like I’m not forever stained.