I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

أنا أسير ببطء، لكنني لا أسير إلى الخلف أبداً

The closer I get, the faster I have to go. Otherwise, I might be late to the very place where I’m not even expected. Adding to my tardiness is the fact that I don’t even know where I’m going. And I can’t get from here to there when I don’t even know where I am, let alone where I’m going. All I know is I’m going fast, but not fast enough.

If I'm free, it's because I'm always running.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?

I feel like I'm running in a figure of eight, don't know if I'm coming or going, early or late.

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me.
-Ying Ying

They’re not after me, they’re after you. I’m just in the way.

That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest.

It may look as though I do not know how to start. Funny sight, the elderly gentleman who comes lumbering by, jowl flesh flopping, in a valiant dash for the last bus, which he eventually overtakes but is afraid to board in motion and so, with a sheepish smile, drops back, still going at a trot. Is it that I dare not make the leap? It roars, gathers speed, will presently vanish irrevocably around the corner, the bus, the motorbus, the mighty montibus of my tale. Rather bulky imagery, this. I am still running.

I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit. My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night... I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

to travel faster than a speeding bullet is not much help if you and it are heading straight towards each other