First submission on this account. Yay? I just felt in the mood to write and this account had no submissions on it. So anyone who looks at this, enjoy a VERY short story (355 words) where an old wandering fur questions life. Written in first person so you can imagine yourself as the speaker if you wish.

Inspiration was taken from the song Deteriorate by Demon Hunter.

Constructive Criticism is appreciated.
Story is mine. Please don't use without permission.
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I have wandered many moonless nights. The remains of my life seeping into the ground through each paw print left in the dusty ground behind me. It’s as if the walls of everything I once knew have crumbled into the sand I now walk upon. And still I wander on. My ears perk up, and I turn my head, my greyed muzzle scenting the air. It is only the whispers on the wind, my only companion anymore. Even so, its icy hands steal the memories from my mind and sap my little remaining strength. I no longer remember the reason I wander, yet I continue towards a forgotten goal as if wires imbedded into my flesh pull me forward. Oh how time plays its games. My tired and weary paws no longer able to do the simplest of tasks, yet still able to grasp the gnarled bark of the branch I use for support, my old bones no longer able to offer support on their own. Equally as I hang onto it, it hangs onto me. In a world where I no longer feel a thing, the roughness of that bark in my paws holds me to this reality by a frail string. My final tether, grasping at my sanity. As the day goes on, snow begins to fall from the sky like ash. The cold light above me only adds to the desolate expanse before me. This is where I find myself, day after endless day, carrying onward despite the pain in my rough and bloodied foot paws, worn raw from the endless trek through these lands. This emptiness I feel has made me numb. The cares that once firmly rooted me to this life no longer hold me. As the light begins to fade, I question if I am finally falling away from this world. I chase the darkness, praying hopelessly for an end. I lay myself down, curling my tail around myself for warmth in my final hours, and prepare to sleep amongst the dead. Alas, morning comes and I find myself breathing in the day once more. And again I wander.