Hunted

I feel like prey being hunted in the night. I don't know what's following me or why, but I know it's there. It's like a physical presence behind me and no matter how long I try and stay in front of it, I know it's going to catch up to me. Whether it's the truth of my feelings, my actions or just the late nights, I know it's there, trailing my every move ready to pounce. Now I truly know how that little buffering bar feels on YouTube videos when the play bar finally meets up with it.

It's quite unsettling and I've tried to run from my feelings for a long time. Lately I've been masking them with my anger and my depression and my numbness. But maybe it's time that I stopped running from whatever is chasing me and turn around to face it. Maybe then I can live as I want. For now, I'll keep on running and keep on looking behind my shoulder into the cold night, waiting for that beast to emerge from the bushes. Until I can stop and face my fears.