There is no point in hiding, you know that, but you're running ten, twenty, thirty thousand miles up and down the roads; without a clue where you're heading. The cold freezing air will enter you harshly, piercing and stabbing your insides. Your lungs refusing the air, begging you to stop, but you can't and won't because you fear that you might accidently slip, and fall.

It takes alot of effort to stand up yourself after you falls, because no one is going to lend you a helping hand.