The sound of my footsteps, amplified by the narrow dark brown corridor walls. Where is here? I do not know. All I know is that I've been walking for a while now, one small step at a time, towards the only light source which forever ahead but never reached.
I halted and silence fell.
I turned around and see nothing but the corridor I just passed that lead back to nothingness. I touched the wall, cold it is, but not too cold. I sat and rested on the dry and dusty shellac'ed floor. Dark and silent it is, as I sat there staring at nothingness.
Cheerful sounds erupted from the distant light. I stood up and ran after the light. Stomping sounds of my footsteps amplified again by the narrow walls.
The sounds jeered and taunted then stopped. I stopped and catch my breath. With heavier heart, I continued my walk, again with a small step at a time with nothing more than a mere guided corridor, the sound of my own heavy breathing and the light that shall never be reached...
HopeLine
18 hours ago


