I've only got miles to go. Only miles. It's as if i can hear it, smell it, taste it, see it, touch it. Every second ticks down and is replaces with hope. The miles go down with every hour. It is no longer an effort. Every mile seems to move through it's self. Like wave after wave, comming and going over and over again. Mile and mile again. Over and over again. Just like waves. I keep telling myself that there is only miles between me and everything. Only untill the miles we're going by over and over again like the waves. Only then I realized the truth. The truth of crushing hope. Every noise was nothing, is nothing now. All the scent dissperced, gone. The taste is now bland, never even there. My sight is black, compleatly empty. This feeling I came all this way for is gone, dissapeared. That's when the hours got lost and miles lost count. I was stuck, trapped in nothing but my mind. Alone, chasing mile after mile for hours after hours. With no hope for everything, other then the end of everything. Knowing that just like the waves, there is no end untill the storm passes and the water dies. Over and over and dead.