I knew it before and I vowed to never fall victim to the danger, the bloodshed, the gore. I promised myself that I would never travel that path. The stormy nights are too much for me. I know that the wind would chill my bones. I couldn't handle the silent nights, alone, waiting, listening to my pounding heart. I know I would cry. I'd scream. I'd hide it all inside. The subtle contrast between the stark trees and the stark night would haunt me. I knew that already... yet the evening sunset was so inviting. If I could just reach the other side of that wood then I could bask fully in the warmth of the sleepy sun. But the wild daisys and the plump wld fruit distracted me. i was so drawn by the colors and the tastes. I wasn't focused on my objective. To bask and to smile.
I got lost. I tripped over hidden roots and narled snares. Thorns ripped at my skin and I scared. I got lost. We all do though, sometime. I'm not the only one... I'm just the only one here and now. I'm the one screaming... so silently... I know that you can't hear me... but can't you FEEL me? Won't you try?
