On the run

the sun beat down as I ran. The road a fire pit threatening to engulf it's unsuspecting victims. There's no turning back now. I made my decision, to run and not to turn back, yet now I am wondering if it was the right one after all. It's to late. Beads of sweat drip from my face, now I have to stop, but stopping feels to much like giving in, and that I will never do. " I'll just carry on until I get back to civilisation." the pain is unbearable but I have to keep going, jogging is enough.

A roof top is visible over the horizon. The sun reflects off the shiny new roof.

Suddenly there's a wall, but with no bricks, it exists through loss of faith and determination, and it is pretty hard to over come.