The Unknown

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I walk everyday as the rays of the sunlight showers over my form. Yet, I feel empty in this unknown place. I shout to be heard and no one turns my way, I urn to be touched and yet no one can feel me. The darkness entombs me as I fight my way towards the light and away from this awkward darkness. I ask myself, " What does this mean?"  I run further looking for answers as the place that I once called my comfort zone has now became my maze of destruction. I shout, "I must find a way out of here!!" Deeper and deeper, I feel like I am falling...just to wake up and realize all along what was scaring me the most was what I stared at in the mirror everyday...this is the unknown...this is the fear that lies dormant inside me trying to claw its way out...I feel as I stare at the face staring back at me from the mirror...that this is just the start to my unwinding journey.

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