I can feel myself cracking under this sun that never ceases to punish. The heat, it works its way into the skull and starts to cook off the juice keeping minds sane. My skin is drying and splitting to let the remaining moisture free. If I listen closely my bones creak and whisper of their upcoming breaks and splinters. My ribs shout of marrow ready to be spilled onto the dry soil.
And my heart. My heart beats a thousand times a minute only to one day soon splash violently it's precious contents into a pattern I'll never understand.
And I think these things and realize that maybe, just maybe, I need to get out of this wasteland.
T minus 80 days.
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