out post

He kept walking down a road million miles to nowhere. What was he doing? He wanted to go back but did not no where to go. He just kept walking forward. The sound of his own voice was his only company. He wished someone was here with him to keep him safe. He kept walking. As he was walking he wondered how he got here. He had forgotten most things. He remembered little bits but not clearly. Its getting dark I cannot see in front of me. I need to find some where to sleep. He was in the desert, there was no where to sleep. There was only sand. No house, no plants, just rocks and sand. He thought to himself as he sat down on a rock where could he find food. He felt tired and started to close his eyes. He had fallen asleep hungry. When he woke up the next morning his back was sore. As he got up his first thought was food. Everyday was the same he would sleep on a rock wake up with a pain in his back and feel hungry. He knew if he kept walking he would find his way home.


from Kara