run.baby.run

Everyday before s.i.. for well.. about a month before.. I awoke to my phone ringing.. I'd forget who it would be.. panick to answer it.. only to hear the exact same voice as I did the day before.. Matt, the telemarketer.. trying to sell me a credit card.. and now that I'm home.. I'm waking up to something new.. maybe it's because I'm sleeping upstairs these days.. but it's new to me.. everyday.. I've been waking up to a little girl across the street and a few houses down... waking up to hear her screaming.. screaming for her dad.. and so I wake up startled.. thinking some child just got hit by a car.. looking out my window to see this little girl running barefoot and nearly naked down the street trying to catch her dad while he's driving off.. and that honestly puts me in my place for the day.. I want to be that little girl running unashamed and totally oblivious to what anyone thinks... all that matters to her is getting to her dad.. the gravel on the road may hurt.. but the prize.. is so worth it...


Father... I want you..