Lost

Where can you go when there is a mist before you?

Where can you hide when there is the sea of unknown terror under your feet?

Where can you relieve those thousands of boulders sitting upon your chest?

What can you do when you’re on the edge of the skyscraper, ready to dive into the endless land of pins and needles?

You run, faster and stronger than ever towards no destination but a deserted land of nothingness. Trying to feel the strips of wind slapping against your skin, you sprint. Yet why does it feel so heavy, so tiresome, so empty?

There is no habitable place ahead, not even the slightest mirage visible. You keep running.

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