From Here To Anywhere

He ran, he thought. About escape, about confusion. He sliced his wrists twice but to no avail. He's still here, running, escaping, fatigued yet determined. He booked many flights to anywhere, yet it did nothing for him; unsatisfied and bored. He's going out tonight, again. Cause that's where it's at. TRULY where it's at. He thought of all the serial killers he read and studied about over the years on many a listless night. Just thinking, no action. About how he could be one of them. Could he? He will find out tonight...