24 MAY 2017 AT 0:11

The night I escaped the sad blue house, I ran towards the promised cliff. Amanda described it in her last letter.
She wrote, "A lonesome wheelbarrow kept in the aisle beside a garden full of black rosemary flowers if pulled straight, would take you to the cliff, where there is a certain sun."

But I did not know where it had to be, so I just came as far as I could and reached to a meadow across which laid a vast pine forest.
I kept running until I formed the belief that I was lost in the middle of somewhere.
Maybe there was no cliff, not the ocean beyond it. Maybe people from dreams never say true things.
I realized that all running in this world is pointless because in the end you are lost.

It was shining when I woke up next morning. I looked for Amanda, she was not there.
I unfolded her letter, there were more words visible under the sun.
It read, "You are the wheelbarrow, Everett. There would always be a sun wherever you go. You just have to run."

I could feel an ocean beyond each step, a cliff from where I had to jump, a certain sun everywhere it could be looked and a blue house I never belonged to.

I looked up closing my eyes and smiled.

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