Sometimes he didn't pay attention of how fast he was running.
If he had a destination...it was of his part to meet it.
He just blinks and runs.
He runs and runs and runs to somewhere...that nobody knows.
It happens one time.
Then another...and another.
Nobody counts anymore.
He stopped counting too...he knew it was inevitable to fix everything.
All he could do is run..like the wind.
Like the wind is so airy and quick a person could not feel it. If the wind was soft and warm..they would know about him.
They could catch him...but what is the point...?
His destination could not be met, and he knew that.
They knew that..they all knew that he couldn't.
It was hopeless.
It was pointless.
It was empty, and he was an empty person.
Inside him..he is hollow..and helpless.
Everything was a blur to him.
He has a life he didn't ask for.
He has a life he didn't want.
He just runs and runs far off in the distance.
The boy doesn't even have sight of anything.
How could everything end up like this?
He didn't know..
In the end Nate didn't know where he was going.
I was trying something different..
-saffy