I grasp for a hand, but nothing's there. Running through darkness, an endless void, crys are heard from the ones below, then vanish. Hands reach up, but crumble do dust and blow away in the icy wind. Lost souls encircle me, looking for a life. The more I run, the further from anything I seem, from any sense of hope. The darkness engulfs the air around me..... Who knew silence could be so loud?
Mystic_Wonders · Thu Jan 12, 2006 @ 01:43am · 2 Comments |