Isolated, deserted, melancholy: these perpetual feelings of sorrow inundate my
soul, burdering it to breaking point.
This sinister darkness of clouds alerts us to the incoming storm, giving us trouble to
find shelter before the clouds start firing on the survivors. This malevolent wind
trapped me in this enigmatic bubble of desolation.
Reaching behind me, the arms of the trees were ready to attack.
I ran.
I ran like death was behind me... which caught me when there was not any road to
go... ending up in the abyss: on the precipice of where death resides. The
graveyards.
A deafening silence barbarically murdered the peace.
I could hear the cracking of the woods and the movement of the leaves as they
were desperate to leave. The ominous shadow emerged, sauntering around the
dirt. Melancholy was written on my face, the cracking of the woods diminished.
Falling to my knees, my face wearied with melancholy, I traced the inscription on
the grave that appeared before me, with the tip of my finger. With every trace, I
pitied the soul that was buried here – this barren hand with no one to mourn. Is
this my same fate? What if I was destined to end up in this tragic state? I was tired
of running and I yearned for it to stop. My heart pounding throbbing in my ears,
like it was engulfed into an abyss.
I slept, yearning for goodness once again.
I woke up with the sun hitting my face with the birds singing through the forest;
transforming this avoid into a jubilant atmosphere. This tropical weather
triumphant against the darkened horizon at night. My world turned bright; every
breeze healed my fragile body. Those tears brimmed faded away as the memory of
night disappeared from my mind. The thunder reverberating, creating an orchestra
of sand; but now, tranquil.
The euphoria that fell upon the world left me reeling in a daze of ecstasy. As I
barked in the glory sent from the heavens, my illusion was shattered. My
soul, burdering it to breaking point.
This sinister darkness of clouds alerts us to the incoming storm, giving us trouble to
find shelter before the clouds start firing on the survivors. This malevolent wind
trapped me in this enigmatic bubble of desolation.
Reaching behind me, the arms of the trees were ready to attack.
I ran.
I ran like death was behind me... which caught me when there was not any road to
go... ending up in the abyss: on the precipice of where death resides. The
graveyards.
A deafening silence barbarically murdered the peace.
I could hear the cracking of the woods and the movement of the leaves as they
were desperate to leave. The ominous shadow emerged, sauntering around the
dirt. Melancholy was written on my face, the cracking of the woods diminished.
Falling to my knees, my face wearied with melancholy, I traced the inscription on
the grave that appeared before me, with the tip of my finger. With every trace, I
pitied the soul that was buried here – this barren hand with no one to mourn. Is
this my same fate? What if I was destined to end up in this tragic state? I was tired
of running and I yearned for it to stop. My heart pounding throbbing in my ears,
like it was engulfed into an abyss.
I slept, yearning for goodness once again.
I woke up with the sun hitting my face with the birds singing through the forest;
transforming this avoid into a jubilant atmosphere. This tropical weather
triumphant against the darkened horizon at night. My world turned bright; every
breeze healed my fragile body. Those tears brimmed faded away as the memory of
night disappeared from my mind. The thunder reverberating, creating an orchestra
of sand; but now, tranquil.
The euphoria that fell upon the world left me reeling in a daze of ecstasy. As I
barked in the glory sent from the heavens, my illusion was shattered. My
