I woke cold and tired, with not a care in the world I was finally at piece with it or was I? I heard the footsteps, the breaking footsteps! What was I to do? My feet twitched as I got up but then realised how high i actually was! All the way up in the tree! Back where I was that night before... but how had I got here?
The footsteps grew louder, my breath grew faster; heartbeats quicker, I could feel it approaching me. It's unsteady pace was unnerving as I knew it was the thing! The stars glittered high in the sky they looked so pretty and strong like nothing was going to stop them from shining! I had to be strong, not let it feed of my fear.
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I have begun running again, I'm so close to the boundary, right near no mans-land. No one has ever gone past the boundary before; which meant, no one there to be in danger I was a step away from safety then after that the only problem I had left was the broken footsteps!!!!
I had come so far, in such a short time, with such a heavy burden... of it, constanty at my feet pressuring me to make the wrong choice. I had got there to no mans land and I had to tell you, I honestly did believe it would be harder to cross all I had to do was have the simple pleasure of putting one foot in front of the other until I had passed the thick layer of brambles that lay on the floor. Alright so I was caught by them pretty harshly but i was free! Putting no one in danger! Passed the brambles I ran with the small patches of blood slowly drying and crisping round the torn holes of my jeans. No one would ever dare to pass into no mans land, that was why it was called no mans land.
Even though i was free I continued to run, run far away from the brambles into the wilderness... Maybe it had gone, not being able to pass the brambles or knowing it growing strong would not matter because it was so far away.
After all my chest was feeling lighter and for once i could feel the beams of sunlight hit my body, I was feeling stronger already! Soon it began to grow dark, now far away from the brambles I began to nurture my wounds and eat; I was so hungry that by the time I was ready to lie down all of my food had been finished off and now left in it's place was a couple of crumbs.
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Broken footsteps
FantasyMy beating heart, the whispers, the isolation... When will this get to my head, there are a lot of broken things in the world and non of which we call good, saying something is broken that's a bad thing right? That's why I call it the broken footste...
