Lost on some hike that began when your car stalled on the side of a gravel road. Having ditched the whip an hour ago, the passion of survival is on, and in no way is there a destination in sight. Just of the mind. And the reality of it don’t look too good. Water off a plastic baggy you found dripping into the only water bottle from the passenger-side door cup-holder. Meager means. You even saw The Revenant. But a lack of revenge isn’t helping the current situation of survivalist depravity. Feels like days, but it’s just been a few hours, and your body feels nonexistent. Withered and beaten. So many grounds traversed in a matter of minutes. Desolation setting in like rigamortis. Though, morning strikes with “Sun In Your Eyes,” and Well Yells of hope blends into Waves in the Woods that are echoed to nobody but time and being. Feel another day:
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