Little ripples bounce off my feet,
and hits the nearest rock and back again.
Sitting still the water moving fast around me.
As if my mind is connected to the water rushing down the rocks and not my body.
Wind sweeps the thoughts away with a howl.
The howl of a creature that rattled my bones.
Whispering to me to carry on down the river.
To catch up with my mind a few miles gone.
Stepping gracefully on slime coded rocks...
I try not to think of the darkness fallowing.
The night has found me.
"I am not ready to go back!"
Shouting at the moon,
"I'm just not ready."