I found myself running, like I was being chased... I found myself being in a situation in which I couldn't control where I stopped... But the thing was: I didn't want to stop. I wanted to run... Far away, and just keep running, and running, and running. No stopping, no limits, no rules. Just me, myself, and I... With freedom... With my field of visionarys.

My paws were hitting the snow rapidly, and it seemed like the memory of me standing there thinking of how things could happen in an instance was so long ago.. It felt like I had been running forever. And, I still ran. I didn't even feel tired... I felt boundless, like I had endless energy. Is this what freedom is? Is this true freedom?

It felt like I was more in the air, than on the ground. It felt like flight, but not really... It felt like floating, but not really... It felt like drifting off into my own memories of visions and flashbacks... Yes... That's what it felt like..

Slowly I was fading away into endless visions... My body just carried me, and ran. My spirit drifted off, while my mind continued to tell what the body needed to do...

I was fading from myself. Was I but a vision? Was I but a memory? Isn't that what we all are sometime or another in someone's life? Just a memory? Just a vision?

I was drifting onto endless time, where I would be trapped in my own visions and memories... Some may think that's a good thing, but is it really? To be trapped inside of your own fears, thinking it was real life... Thinking that dreams could only be just dreams and nothing else...

Was I becoming but just a drifted memory? Was that all I was? Just a forgotten, drifted away memory?