a thought that has been running laps in my head for a while now

“I don’t like to be chased. As soon as I am I will only run farther.”

Lol. Let me specify. This only holds true for most people. 

But for some people...it is a lie

Here is a...word...thing... to clarify:

Trampling through bushes and crawling under branches

I flee in either direction

dependent on winds to carry me

I leap from one moss covered rock to another

and often times take swims in nearest bodies of water

I dance alongside the road

never fully captured by it or its passengers

I am a wild creature of nature

Ever changing

I myself, am a lost boy, from Neverland.

Lost not in the sense of searching for home

but rather in a search for adventure

I follow my instincts 

I rely on my animalistic state to carry me through

Running and dancing and climbing and falling and repeating

I love to move

Eager for change and craving summits above the clouds

I rarely stand still

As rarely as I stand still

equally as rare is it to find a soul that is daring

willing

adventurous enough to follow me

Only then do I love to be followed

I will not slow down

I will not make it easy

and I will not give warning

So when I say 

“Do not follow me.” It is more for your sake than mine.

I wish not to frighten you

I wish not to harm you

I wish not to lose you

For I fear that if any who dare to follow me will stop halfway 

and turn around forever

I love the chase

I love when someone pushes me to speak

I love when I am asked the questions no one dares to ask

I love when someone cares enough to fight for understanding

Because...to be honest...I love to tell

But only to those deemed willing...how utterly rude of me. Oh well. 

Survival of the fittest much? 

Maybe.

But, hey, that’s me

and i’ll never apologize for that.