Endless Highway

I couldn't see where I was going, I felt the wind wisp my hair around like a spoon stirring a fresh cup of hot cocoa. The world howled in my ears, but I continued to walk on. Not a single feeling or sensation of fear rushed through my blood. I squeezed my hands together, the cold air has stolen all feeling from them. I dissappear into the long grass and lay my body down, hoping that I am nowhere to be seen by passing cars. I take a dueep breath and the chilled air blows around my stale lungs. It's coldness flows through my body and my veins tense up. My thoughts are escaping me, they'll run through the forest and never return to their righteous place. They will leave spaces in me that will be impossible to fill, until maybe one day when I am greeted by a special someone that will steal my heart and be selfish by filling all of my thoughts with himself. I wasn't wandering because I was lost, I was wandering because I was looking for something I needed. I lost something that I never had. But I will not stop until it is returned to me. I knew what I was looking for, but at the same time I didn't. I'm searching for a memory, a dream that replays itself over and over in my head. It was the same thing, spot, and time of day each time it occurred. In the middle of the tall grass, he'd lay in the middle and weeds have woven their way through his luscious hair from the speeding wind. There'd be a fence to separate the abandoned land from the busy highway. In the background, trees would flood for miles. The sun would be slowly creeping below the horizon and the wind would turn to ice. My blood was like a nice glass of chilled tea with ice cubs floating about the rim of the glass like inner tubes in a lazy river. When my footsteps ached towards him, he'd lay motionless and stare into the fading sky. My body would melt next to him and my eyes would get lost in his. The only noise noticeable to my ears was his heart beat which was so strong that it chattered his rib cage. His hands were always warm when they grabbed mine, sending a lightning bolt through my body beneath the skin. I could see his breathe, I tried to follow it and return it to him. But it was lost. His body would start to shake violently and his hands would go cold. I'd scream for him to stay. But he didn't, he was gone. That's when I always awoke from the tragic dream. I ached to see him again, but this time, to save him...