• The cold... That is all I can think about sitting here in this lonely forest. It doesn't sink into my bones but washes over me like waves on the shore. I cannot feel it anywhere but my skin. It is as though the cold wind is trying to tell me something. But what? The cold begins to creep deeper into me but I can feel something running through me that pushes it back. For now I am winning but who knows how long I can keep it up. I feel so tired and only want to rest yet I know if I do I shall not awaken. I can feel it now. The cold wraps around me like a python trying to squeeze the very life from me... Well I shall not give up. Not for one second. I must keep running because losing means death and I shall not die yet!!!! I know I can win... A new fire burns through me heating me from my very core. An angry fire blasts through my very soul. I cannot it win though it feels so good having it warm me; but if it wins I will lose my very soul. It shall turn as hard and cold as the mountain I am on myself... Oh. The feeling of heat slowly sinks from my fingers, allowing me to regain some control. It keeps sinking and I stand and keep going down this evil mountain. Now it is only a patch of heat running up and down in a circular path. I run and run as hard and fast as I can trying to get away from that place, from my self... Who knows what will become of this. All I know is that I must keep going. I have run. Don't stop, never stop. That is all that my mind can think of. It plays over and over again as the heat on my back intensifies... The cold sets back onto me but it is welcome relief after such a fire burned through me. I feel like myself once again. I can see the city now; I'm home..... Forever.