Running Away
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- Fri Mar 31 2006

... Running Away The darkness beckoned. He stared out of the window. The trees tangoed to the soft tune of the wind. The branches swayed seductively in a way that only an erotic belly dancer could imitate. His eyes were held by the branch, transfixed, mesmerised. Then, he shook his head and his eyes continued to roam over the desolate, dense mass his mother called a garden. An owl hooted in the distance, but he didn't stir. The morose mood of the night engulfed him, enslaved him. He couldn't break out, he didn't try. He was already losing the battle...why try to win the war? It was a question he continually asked himself. Would it have been any different if he had stayed on the chemotherapy? He didn't regret coming off the medication ...but he did regret the pain he was putting his mother through.














