Sand

This was the third post I had started working on, way back when I started writing this blog.

I was stuck after "the last three days would have been for nothing." Because I didn't know where this was headed or what I wanted to do with it. I still don't, except that I feel like the runner is in a race against time. So I added another paragraph, and I still don't know where to take this. 

Even after almost eight months, this remains incomplete. Make what you will of it, I shall keep updating it when things begin to align.

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Its hot and dusty. The sun is burning my back. My lips are parched, my throat feel scratchy. My face burns, it feels dirty. My legs ache and my back is raw. The sound of the crows in the sky has a scary edge to it. But I must not stop. I cannot stop. I have to get there before I can drink any water, wash my face or look at my burns. Everything will fall apart if I stop now. The last three days would have been for nothing. I am running out of time. It saddened me to think it would all be over, whether I succeed or fail. If I fail, it will be over for everyone, nothing will remain, but if I succeed I alone would perish, never to return again. The thought of it was making me ache with a longing I hadn't felt before. I wanted to turn around and settle down in the soft sand of the beach outside my house. To dig myself a grave in the sand and lie there while the breeze filled in the emptiness about me. But I knew I must go on, I could not turn back. I could not be the reason the world ceased to exist. With that thought in my mind, I continued on my solo journey across the dry land, towards the blue horizon.