The listless wind of possibilities drift across the road to my future. bits of dust is scattered carelessly in my path, like the inconsequential days to come. The pressure of choices slams down on me like the burning ways of the sun above. everything is crashing together, the wind is picking up, the dust is thick. I feel the eyes of predators watching me as they close in with the coming of night. My eyes close as it all becomes to much, and-

Darkness, there is no light. Silence, there is no sound. Void, there is no matter. My body floats in space, in suspension. I am alone, and yet not afraid. What can hurt me here? suddenly sounds, long breathy sounds shatter this black darkness around me, and I realize it is the sound of my own voice screaming, and suddenly I am in pain.

My eyes open, I am where I have always been, I have not moved forward and the wolves of the wild are tearing at my flesh with their razor teeth . . . should moved. . .

If the wolves leave me, shall I still drift here? aimlessly?