a trip

My body remains as my mind wanders.

Always different places same faces

never distant from the pain that follows.

Not knowing its purpose

but present it always is.

Everyone thinking this pretty face should be the happiest. But behind the fake smile shes crying.

Afraid to show emotion and be taken as weak.
Being strong is the only thing that kept her moving along.
Running from place to place trying to find the thing they call happiness.
another loss at hide and seek. she sought but did not find.
not yet. maybe its not on this planet.
hope that it awaits in the sky. The place they call heaven.
Because on Earth she finds nothing but dirt.
Truth:Pain does breed strength
&& god does test our strength to pass through the gates.
But alone I can not.
no longer do i want to walk alone.
Running everywhere. Doing everything.
You name it. Ive done it. Sin to a good deed.
Whats next.
Wheres my next trip?
Do i stay do something normal?
Or go again and  catch my dream?
Is it my dream or the dream the world pitches me?
What is my existence?

I am the runaway.
Where will she go.