Finally free. I fled to the great out doors only to find I had to run again. From what? I had no idea. But I felt something there. The same thing I feel when I do anything, something watching me. Notice I do not say someone, please try to understand, for someone watching me gives me no fear, it actually stirs that emotion you know as "love". A feeling of wanting to be wanted if I understand this correctly. But while I ran I could not shake the feeling that they were coming, and would not be far behind. At least my cell phone rang while I ran. I feel I may owe him a little better explanation of myself. But I'll save that for another time when I can access your communications array.
