And up. Expanding. And the heat on my legs began to spread. The cold wind was trespassing my cheeks and as it colided with the warm skin on my cheeks it stung. They were also wet. But the cold wind were quickly drying them up.
Was it raining? No. They were tears. I was crying? But all there was, was the running. I was running away from something. Running away from a truth. A truth that ran unspoken all those year, and now had come out.
As the wind blew and I kep running, the daylight began to fade, giving in into the twilight. I stopped in my dead in my tracks. My heart rate thundering, still keeping up as if I was running. My breath desperatly trying to catch. I began to heave and cough. Bending over and straining to breathe, my hands clutching my knees. After gasping for air, I straightened up and looked around. Where was I? The cold wind blew through the nuded branches of the trees, the only trees with green were the pines, with their needles sticking way up, far out of reach. The old dried up leaves crumpled beneath his feet, as I looked around, trying go get a sense of direction. But I got none.
I dropped on my knees to the ground. Feeling lost. Helpeless. Looking down at my hands, I was barely hanging on to sanity, as if there were any left to be hanging on.
