today I was out wandering the river valley when I came upon quite an interesting piece of "street art" if you could call it that. on one side of the trail that I was running on somebody had sprayed the question "what are you running from?" on the pavement. as soon as I read it I stopped and asked myself... what AM I running from? or better yet, why am I running? Neither question is easy to answer, but I can answer what I have run from I suppose. It seems that I've already run away from the majority of my problems... my home town, my friends, my family, everyone who has ever loved me is now half a continent away. I think I'm afraid of being loved because I'm afraid of losing that love. I am running from love, from fear, from the fact that it is possible for somebody to love me despite not loving myself. I guess the whole scenario could be taken literally, like I'm running because I want to feel better about myself, which is true, but I don't know.