jamiechristt
The ends of my feet felt like something was crawling and chewing the back. Some sick leach sucking on my circulation, and my bones grinding. I looked yonder to find that I had hardly even reached a block from my destination, and all I could think of was collapsing myself on the cool newly rained on grass. Where I would rip off my shoes and bury my feet in the rich soil, and I would never have to worry about walking again.