thelasttemptation's Journal: Run...

I remember running... running and running and running...
There's trees all around me, but I don't see them, I see the path I'm making
though the underbrush...
My foot steps are heavy, my legs are scratched to hell by the thorny vines...
Running... Running forever... Or so it seems...

What am I running from? Does it matter anymore? The fact that I have to run is
the only reason I need for running.... isn't it?

Dodge this branch... watch out for that rock...

I try to recall why...
All I can remember is... branch ahead...

what's this ahead? is that a stream?
okay... get ready... jump...

I fall...