You know why you run?
You run because you need to get away. You run because you need to escape the place you’ve found yourself in. You run because you’re afraid. You run because it’s what you know to do, what you have always done, and what you will continue to do. You run in hopes to leave behind the things that will always, always catch up to you.
That’s why you ran away to Baltimore, right? The city, with its bright lights and roadways outstretched like arms, was waiting to take you in and embrace you, so you could feel its rumble of a heartbeat as it held you close. But the sense of security that the city gave you was accompanied by an understanding that the things you have run away from will always find their way back.
Consider The Hurricane, for example.