away and towards

she sits amongst the ashes, taking note of the bodies piled around her. they contiue to fall as she walks: always running, always running. refusing to be amongst the dead she’s left behind, refusing to fall into their loss of self, loss of life. she runs; accelerates, on a path leading no where. false destinations arise from false prophets, she believes in them only for a place to go, realizing the nothingness that lies within those locations. once at an end of a dream, she shatters and falls apart, only to find the peices, and with alchemy create something new; a new path forms, and she runs again from the ashes, always running, always running. both away and towards.