Mess Of A Life

As each day melts into one another , I realise I have lost track of time . Its the twentieth day , or close to that , since I have been lost . Water is running out , even after the strict rationing I have been subjecting myself to . I knew water was the most precious of the commodities I could scavenge from the wreckage , limiting myself to a half cup each in the morning and evening . Its been difficult to keep a single direction , walking itself hard . The rough terrain making progress slow , but I know i have to keep moving west and there I have to cross the North-National highway . Even though it barely qualifies to be called a highway with its single lane tarmac surface almost eroded off , it would give me a chance of finding some strain of civilisation . But I could be way off in my estimation of my position , being hundreds of miles off from any sign of civilisation . I now curse each time I remember how foolishly i had started out . Mel was gone now , she could never return . Confusingly I feel very little emotion , conflicting the various thoughts that plague me during the unending hours of trekking . Sleep came easily the last few days , a welcome relief from the start . My muscles have toned themselves to the rigourous pace of the march , the aching has started to fade . I could not fully imagine how i looked . I was amusing myself thinking how my ex-wife and daughter would feel if they saw me now . What would little angeline think of her dad , if she saw me now , shirt in tatters , blood soaked khakis , not seen water in 20 days . I quickly drove away those distant thoughts and tried to concentrate on the present . My shoes would'nt hold out much longer , and the thought of losing my trusted boots frightened me . The terrain was rough and any of the sharp stone would shred my skin off my foot in a second . I had to find something to replace my boot . The evening closing in . I had to find a safe place to sleep away from the hyena and jackals . My eyelids aleady felt heavy , and it was risky to walk in the darkness . Collecting what ever twigs and logs I could find I made camp and dropped down to the hard ground and fell to sleep almost the instant i hit the ground . I knew no dreams would disturb this sleep . Deep .