The sun seems warmer today as it tickles my skin. The morning light just seems to caress every inch it touches. I know this feeling will soon turn into a harsh stabbing once the full power of embrace reaches me. I know I can’t stay here forever. Soon the feeling will be unbarable. I know I have to keep moving if I want to survive.

Reality finally sets in once I realize I am no longer dreaming. I am alone. I need to accept that fact if I want to get out of here. But the feeling of solitude is something I’ve always been use to. I welcome it. Do I really want to go back to civilization? I left that for a reason. Sometimes it just becomes to much for me to bare.

I look around and see nothing but everlasting plains of desolation. The sky seems so much bigger here without anything obstructing it’s beauty. The light blue almost blends in with the clouds that hang and float, slowly motion towards a place I could never follow.

The ground around is subtlely rough. The grass seems like it’s fighting for survival just like me. It’s still alive but it’s seen better days. As I perch myself up, I feel aches all over my body from the many positions I had made to try to fall asleep.

I feel there is no reason to leave here. I just want to lay here. Alone and desolate.