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[jay_moose]

Once, i wanted to run. No, not away, just run.

And it had to be through fields. No industry, no buildings.

Call it a scene from Little House on the Prairie.

I just wanted to run...run like there was nobody catch me but the grass below.

There would be no end in sight. just endless blue sky.

But nobody would catch me. I had no need to be caught.

Things are different now. Should i run, there would be people scattered in my field.

They would be willing to catch me, to break my fall. To protect me. To make me happy.

Sometimes, i want to swerve those obstacles, or turn around and run back to where i came.

But i can't. My legs keep going, stumbling against my will.

I suppose my surroundings could have been chilly, but i wouldn't know.

I'm caught. Somebody broke my staggering run.

Whatever i was running from is gone. Or perhaps...the very thing that i was running from..was the one who caught me.

My field is gone. I don't need to run anymore.

The air is thick with unsaid words. Thank yous, bouts of irritation, bouts of laughter. Gratitude. tears, both good and bad. the fear that drove me to run, now hugs me with laughing eyes.

Domo...

I can't even speak freakin english. My hands move to sign, but i can't.

Arigato, minna.

I might as well have swallowed my tongue.

No fear...no fear...

They've caught me, and i couldn't have been more grateful.

"Thank you."

I'm holding on

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