Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Clutching at Straws

A shadow looms over. Curious, I raise my head to the sun scorched sky. Temporary blindess overcomes me as my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. Adjusted. Gazing up to see what monstrosity clouds my view of the deep blue sky, I realise in delayed horror, a wave bearing down upon me. Panic, fear, Terror. Scrambling, I attempt to pull me feet out of the sand and flee to the safety, put of the shadow. Too late. A thousand pounds of force, smashes down onto me. It's power cracks my bones and strips my flesh. No way out.

My eyes open. Frozen Tundra. The howling wind paws at my flesh. I see a cave in the distance. I can reach it. Summoning the remaining will power, I pull myself longingly but impossibly towards the warmth of the cave before me. Just a bit further. Stun lock. My joints crack in place, my bones snap under strain, my body freezes me out. Collapsing into fetal position, I wonder how long it would last. So close. By a hair's breadth.

I'm tired. Really am. The days have been long and well... tiresome. I'm surprised that I'm still functioning. Each day seems to stretch longer and longer, with the pinnacle of infinity balance on the edge. I need something to give me motivation, to get my butt moving, to shock me back into strength. This has really drained me.

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