16 August 2012
My horses glossy black coat, couldn't smooth out anything I've done. My back aching, legs weak, Cashmere was the only thing saving my life right now. Riding Cashmere, riding away from my crime, riding from a crime I would pay my life for, riding Cashmere. I still have regrets, guilt and loss on my shoulders, running from them would be impossible, but trying is better than dying with it all, no time to correct it, but that's just me.
We must have been riding for hours now, I was thirsty, let alone the poor thing carrying me. I must let her stop, I have to, but they're coming, I know it.
Riding Away • Opuss № I