[ WP ] You 're running through a forest , being chased by a monster . As you begin to wake up , you feel something grab your hand and wake up with the monster on top of you .

It ’ s just another morning. Get up. Get out. Get fit. The obsession of running has become one of my favourite past times and find it quite liberating. It's not just feeling the freedom of the forest but also pushing your body to be better. Push it to the limit and hopefully your mind will follow. Is n't that something that we all wish for ourselves? Self-improvement? 
 
 It helps me. That much I know and that is what I concentrate on. It's what keeps me sane. Speaking of sanity, doing the same old route through these woodlands of my new home will eventually be counterproductive. I guess that's why I chose something new this time. I did n't expect to find such a beautiful clearing so close to home. This might be a new favourite of mine. I think I should start making a new list of all the things I like in this new home. It will take my mind of things. 
 
 I ’ ll just sit down. Rest. Only for a little while. After all, such a picturesque scene would be wasted if I were just to sail on by. And as I let the rustling leaves ease me to sleep, I am reminded of a better time. In a forest a lot like this we spent the best days of our lives. I used to struggle with finding a reason to live before she came into my life. My little girl. She would be all grown up now. And as I picture what she would look like I feel something brush my hand, as if she was lying just beside me. As if she ’ s been with me every step of the way. 
 
 I jolt awake. 
 
 What a useless thought to have. The price to pay for such a second of blissful ignorance is this cold realisation that I am alone. She is gone. And no matter how hard I run, nothing will stop this hatred I have for the people who took her away. In the name of their ideals. In the name of progress they say. If only they knew what they have created, the monster inside. My monster. And no matter how hard or how long I run, it will never die. 
 
 But that is enough rest. When I rest I think. And when I think I become the monster I only wish to hide. I will not perpetuate the cycle. So I run. And I will keep running until I die. 

