Bush [updated] - Addicted To

Slowly, Elias stopped fighting the ground. He forced himself to breathe. He looked up.

But then, the bush did what it always did. It refused to negotiate. The trees didn't care that he was hurt. The coming night didn't care that he was scared. addicted to bush

Six months ago, he had sold his penthouse in Chicago. He bought a battered Land Rover and a topo map that was slowly disintegrating from constant folding. Now, standing on the edge of the Alpenglow ridge, he felt the familiar itch. Slowly, Elias stopped fighting the ground

His friends called it escapism. His therapist called it "avoidance coping." But Elias knew it was something far more primal. It was a need, heavy and pulsing, right in the center of his chest. But then, the bush did what it always did

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