it's days like this when i wish mother nature wasn't a fictionalized character created to explain the weather. mostly so i could punch her in her old,bitchy face.
he slogs forward. searching for somewhere where he can sleep in peace. anywhere where he could rest without distractions. anyplace would be fit,just to sleep. just a bit. but still he must trudge. forwards,forwards,to never cease at this pace. just so he could find anywhere. anywhere. where he could sleep in peace.