Inhaling the sun with each pounding step, I follow the dirt path to my destination. One by one, drops of sweat join the shimmering lake whose banks I trace. It's a good day to die, but I'm too stubborn for that. I stare into the face of exhaustion and breathe in deep as I continue past.
As trying as the midday sun may be it is no match for the daily struggles I face inside my head. As the singularities become united around me I am cast off alone. The solitude becomes unbearable at times. Though I am often surrounded by acquaintances it is rare that I am at ease with myself. The group can hardly live up to the standards which I have set.
As the night approaches I feel myself growing one day older. There is no distraction from the brutal toll of time and its lawless encroachment on our lives. My only hope is to escape into the evening, riding the shadows to a place where time asks no questions. It is only here that I can find respite for a handful of hours before returning to a vapid and fleeting existence. Cheers.
dm.
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