Now Playing: Liona Boyd - Spanish Romance
Mood: blahish

It is dark, and I have long strayed from the lit road.
I had grown too accustomed to the guiding light that held my hand and lead me forth.
And now, I am lost, and there is no trace of the light.
I do not know where I walk.
For a bit, I might have just stood still, unsure of my next footstep.
This forest around me, the trees, even though I cannot see them, they each stare down upon me -
with mocking faces. There are also ones that loom over with their gnarled branches with pity in their eyes.

I feel small,
I feel alone,
and so lost.

I begin to fear the light, if I ever should find it, how will I open my eyes again