It's a snake

It was coiled beside me. Never moved. Knew it was there, but never gave it a thought or bothered it. I wouldn’t say that its presence petrified me...

Everyone else found that bizarre.

Now if I touch it, it may slither away in fear or just strike me… Either ways it’s a snake, and it would only end up hurting me. I’m not touching it.

Marathon

All these years, I have been running away from so many things, that I don't remember when and how I started this marathon.
Now, I'm running again...from myself. This time I myself want to be lost, that I never find the lost me within.