Somewhere in this path, there surely is a light. I’ve stumbled over every bump, in this unforgiving night. The air is so thick and vile, its stinging in my eyes. Sticking to my skin like paper to a fly. I feel the ground underneath me breaking. Slow and steady, fast and ready are these breaths that I am taking. For when that light is upon me, I will surely run like hell. The darkness that slumbered inside me, I am ready to dispel.
~heart & soul~