Run for your life

I just want to run, run away. I want to pick up my things and run. I always used to love to run. I would run for miles and miles. Yeah, I was trying to run away from something. My life, the chaos of my life, and running from myself. I ran and ran until I could not run anymore.
I want to run again. Run, run screaming mad at the life I made. Run, crying at the choices that have ruined my life. The choices that are running my life. Run far, take him, take him away from everything that I have created. Run away, to someplace without memories, without chaos, without the reality that I have created. Reality is what you make it. My reality is chaos, caused by the decisions that I have made, the people I have chosen to include in my life. I ran from chaos straight back into it. That is my life.
If I run, will I run back into it again? Will I run right back into the same thing? You can't run away from your problems, they follow you. Isn't that what they say? This vicious little circle of running and chaos. Chaos and running.
It's chasing the life out of me. If I give up, stop running, lay down and just accept reality, will that make it go away. If I face the phantom that runs after me in my dreams, if I turn and face that chaos, will it be a reflection of me? I think it would be. I know it would be me.