28 August 2012
Fast, like the wind. I run threw the trees.
My heart pounds,
My stomach aches.
My breath tumbles over my words of thought.
Keep going, keep going.
I mustn't stop, I mustn't.
The misty breeze catches my breath.
The spirits of evil, they found me. They know I'm scared.
But I look bold to face them. As I scan my eyes over the forest, as I heard something twitching behind.
The Runaway • Opuss № I