03/18/2018
As nice as this is, the hair on the back of my neck is standing straight up. No wayward voices yet, but the air feels thick and heavy. The trees and shadows are dense, my flashlight can’t really cut through it and it’s like the moon and stars are hiding. There’s a heavy feeling in my chest, but we’ve come so far now, how could we stop?
I wish I brought some painkillers with me. My ankles and knees are starting to really hurt. But, I can’t focus on that. Gotta keep positive!
I need to keep it together, I need to push through.
I feel like we’re almost there.
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