They were running, they weren’t sure what they were running from but they were certainly on the run. Don’t assume ‘on the run’ is running from some shit they fucked up, no this isn’t the case (seriously don’t start twisting my words for your indulgence of drama.) Anyway they weren’t only running they were chasing. Chasing what? This they didn’t know either. The unknown spurred their journey. They didn’t know where they came from or where they were going but they breathed on the thought of the opportunities, the theories and the unknown.

Only you know your thoughts. Only you know the real reasons behind your actions. Only you can have the true answers about yourself. Others might know what you’ve said, what you’ve done and they might have their theories about your thoughts. But often their judgements could make them appear clueless, even when they think they are spot on. And those occasions where they correctly guess a true trait your probably already aware of it whether you want to admit this to them or not. You can’t let yourself think others know you better then you know yourself. Because then you begin to doubt yourself and try to conform yourself to their opinions of you, because you think they’re right. This means your simply pleasing them and not being your own person. You know who you are better then anyone else knows you.