It is pitch black.
It had always been.
She had been in love with the Darkness,she was in love with the never ending , omnipresent nature of it. Now, for the first time,she was truly frightened of it. Where does it begin,where does it end?
She was Lost,her inner compass had gone haywire.
She didn't know where to turn. Was this Darkness an enclosed space? Was it why she was mapping out her own loneliness,clawing at the dark walls for a way out?
Why is the world constant when she is changing?
She feels the currents around her,but she has no direction. She lets the currents wash her ashore. Was she supposed to feel her way through to find a path she would have strength to stand tall?
Her only sense of self was left in the pain that was anchoring her sanity.
How was she supposed to let that go when she couldn't remember herself without it?
What was the world like outside?
Are the winds changing?Why is the world constant when she is changing?
She feels the currents around her,but she has no direction. She lets the currents wash her ashore. Was she supposed to feel her way through to find a path she would have strength to stand tall?
Her only sense of self was left in the pain that was anchoring her sanity.
How was she supposed to let that go when she couldn't remember herself without it?
