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I can't help but think about running away. Away from the problems, away from the fights, away from stress. I constantly wonder how I could possibly fix the wounds right in front of me. I don't have enough band-aids, or knee braces, or aspirin, to cover up the cuts, to ease the aches, to take away the pain. Nothing I can find can fix the damage inflicted on you, on me, on us. This one is just too big of a problem for my words and hugs to solve. My mind spins trying to comprehend everything unimaginable to me. I can't help but think about running away because it could all be easier that way. No tension, no stress, no untied knots. But cutting away the loose strings won't mend the broken scarf. I can't help but think about running away. I put on my running shoes, take my inhaler, take a step outside. I can't do it. It seems too cowardly a move.