It is middday surely, sun is crisping my back merciless, a heavy sight comes from my mouth as i can feel my lips cracked with my tongue and what i think is water running through my forehead. Looking up I blind myself for a second, foolish thing to do, no doubt about that, but maybe it can distract me from all, even a second.
No wind, no clouds, just this warm wave hitting me on and off and compeling me forward and forward i must go. No idea why i have to go, I just have to go. Tireless is what i need to be and I will be, nothing will stop me.
I can already feel no wounds, no hurt will make me crumble, that I can do it, that I am strong as I always was. A smile should be there but can't find it, like I care, I will go forward and God have mercy on whatever stays in my way.
I wonder what made me do this, forward and forward, it's not my own desire, it's an external force, superior perhaps? Am I a driven machine? Am I a chosen one? So many to consider and I am moving forward as my thoughts move backwards, looking for the moment all this start. My memorie searches itself looking for a tiny glimpse of it, so much fog in it, but I force myself, if my body can force itself, my mind surely can too.
And there was it, that line, that cry that made me do this and now i hear as clear as it as, I hear it saying in my ears, "Rise from your grave".
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