She wasn't supposed to be here, trapped inside the forest of irresitible temptations. In the moment her feet started moving torwards the glowing warmth of crimson relase, she knew there was no turning back. With each step she was losing her ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from bad, reality from illusion. Nothing will be made undone. There won't be a chance...
It must have been hours of standing here in the middle of a place I once called home, soaking in the deafening sound of quietness. I am not able to move any further. How could I, when every part of me is wanting to stay. My knees begin to tire under the shivers of unsecurity that circulate through every cell of my body....
