[About Somebody's Anxiety]
He was not on a mountain hike for anyone, including himself. No.
Her legs have turned into something that has power over her. Her legs are always urgent to move quickly. Once again not for anyone. Nor for her. He just wants to walk with a free step.
Since a horrific event hit the country some time ago by a handful of political elites, now, he has no regard for the falseness of the people around him. For him the world is getting crazy by the greedy and greedy man.
In the midst of the roar of mountain dust flying into his nostrils, his legs stepped on their own without him mastering. Pebbles jumping. His breath hunted out with exhaustion. Occasionally his tongue poked out like a pet begging food to his master. The footsteps lead to memories. He stepped free and he could not hold it.
Actually he wanted to finish something, a fugitive story about himself. A tale of a new man, a man reborn with purity. Trying to chase with a time he did not recognize at all. But in the end, he realized that he was underestimating the little things, like putting off lunch long ago.
Now, on a cold night in the wilderness, he slept with a hesitant indecision in a space of freedom and anxiety. All night he slept without dreams. Blank. His mind was so empty.
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