I FEEL SHRINKING LIKE THOSE HIPOTONIC CELLS DURING IONS SECRETION as i run towards nothing before me. i am sweating, but what that is for? i run and run and run and still find nought but a never-ending tunnel. it is pitch black and the air is humid and my body starts to fall into the frost. i cannot see anything, like the whole thing, but i know my hand is blue, then my bare feet, then my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, my heart. ew, that sounds silly. of course, my heart is still beating as usual: slow, rhythmic, and clear. clear like the river i used to pass through on one fine sunday when my feet were shoed with mud latching onto it. but ironic is the aim i run towards to is not as clear as my heartbeat. perhaps it is my survival instinct all along that plays my brain into thinking this is the right track. maybe i do not want to be involved in all of this to merely just breath and fit in and do everything to be recognized and be remarkable. and another probability is to prove that i am superior to everyone else to get back my home. before they get raided, before it gets obliterated.