Forward

Even as the wind picks up and changes the direction of the snow to whip across my face, I still walk forward. The pain is gone but I feel that something is missing. I feel that I must walk on. I question how I can know this, how I can have a feeling that controls my steps in such aways as this. If only I had the nerve to try and fight the feeling. Yet I still walk on, knowing that I am helpless and that feelings control my every move.

My heart beats faster, I breath slower. It is blistering cold and the wind is slashing the snow through my skin. Yet I am forced to keep walking forward. Before I can grab at my jacket, it is thrown to the ground. Each step seems to strain my clothes, and pulls at my skin. All that my body wants is to stop the terror, but in life only our mind has control. My clothes seem to be tearing away, it is as if the snow and wind are cutting me bare. I still walk forward. My heart hurts, the beating cracks my ribs. My breathing is slowly fading more and more.