Darkness has a sinister trait, it lurks and waits for the right opportunity to seize you. When it does, it leaves you reeling with shock, fear and a dread that can carve out any semblance of normalcy. To resist it and to change it is an ordeal. An ordeal that is a shadow of that monster. Then of course, there is a sliver of a grey hope, even that grey hope is a mere sliver.
The walk in this wilderness seemed to be never ending, it shrouds and shrieks, it threatens and looms, it devours and consumes.. all at the same time. Yet the feet move, a pace they find, a pace that lifts them momentarily from those clutches, each step is steeped in a despair so ominous and agonizing, footsteps transform into an eeriness that is endearing...
The walk in this wilderness seemed to be never ending, it shrouds and shrieks, it threatens and looms, it devours and consumes.. all at the same time. Yet the feet move, a pace they find, a pace that lifts them momentarily from those clutches, each step is steeped in a despair so ominous and agonizing, footsteps transform into an eeriness that is endearing...
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