At the drugstore today:
Little Kid: "Mommy, I want to run away."
Mommy: "Well honey, sometimes I do too."

I want to run away, but only if it will make me feel different.

I want to run away, but I want those I dearly love to know that I'm not running from them.

I want to run away, but I want to feel at home wherever I end up.

I want to run away, but I want my cats to stay with me.

I want to run away, but I want to open myself to the beautiful people in my life who have been knocking on my door for ages trying to see me.

I want to run away, but I want to be here and be present and be myself and be the person who is frolicking around deep inside of me.

I don't want to run away.