Wednesday, February 10, 2010
It's the only way home. I have no other choice. Through the dark forest, you would never hear my voice. The trees are dark and heavy. They never grow any leaves. Their spiny long branches, will make you stop and heave. The spirits inside make you weak at the knees. I hold my breath. I swallow my pride. It's the only way home. I hope I make it out alive.