Consumed by the most selfish thoughts, I could run away and read all day, alone, without distraction. I could drink tea, if tea exists. I could write my own Genesis. Selfish? I may be selfish but you could never call me a coward because just thinking these selfish thoughts is more courageous than any lion tamer could be. I tried to tame my lion but I have more scratches on my skin than I do skin and they are scratches from within. Running away was an option but how far do you run until you realize you can never escape what you’re running from. I’m chasing me now. With a knife maybe. Also with a pen, just in case I want to kill me with words instead. Knives can be so painful. I have some behind me. They’re chasing me, like I’m chasing me, and running from me, and them. Maybe if I run a little faster, I can get to me before they get to me. I hope I’m a fast runner.