I have lingered in this forest of confusion far too long and I have lost all reason.
I walk aimlessly searching for what I do not know and it has being so long.
Lost on a quest for deliberation, funny is it not.
Paranoia has become my greatest and most trusted of friends.
There! In distance it is pure insanity; can you not see it?
It is there for I can (not only) see it but feel its essence nearing my own.
Come, let the pace of our feet quicken else it may be upon us in an instant.
My heart beats faster, my toes no longer numb.
Visions of fulfilment and bliss run through my mind.
As I feel prickles of tiny needless run through my thumb.
I have realized now that I am running.
I do not remember starting and I have no thoughts of stopping, but why am I running.
Why are we running, why!
The hound of in sanity is nearing us.
Are you still unable to see?
It is at hand, there no there, there….
I bid you let our pace quicken we must be close we are almost out.
Underneath my many layers my sweat soaks me.
It is still there, and closing in on me now
Ripples of fire burn through me, fueling me, there is no stop in me; I will make it out we will make it.
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Submission Name: hound
