My world is so dark; it always has been; however, this new kind of blackness is overwhelming. My flame was once so bright it stood in opposition to the black mass. At least I like to think of it that way; in reality, it was light from a candle dancing for an audience of tall trees in a dark forest. That way of wandering life was tolerable, almost enjoyable. Now Iโm lost with no direction, watching my little flame dwindle. My world, which Iโve attempted to explore and know, is becoming more and more strange as my vision suffers. I canโt feel my way around the forest; my fingertips donโt recognize the barks of my neighbors. My world is so dark, and itโs only getting darker. Iโd be sure to keep searching. Searching for something I may never find.
-Me