Thicket

The feeling is a strange one.

It’s like walking through a forest in the middle of the night, the light of the moon is unable to break through the thicket.

I am lost.

Confusion sets in, hope begins to fade. I thought I had clarity, I thought I knew the way, but now… Now it’s all been thrown in to question. My guilt is building, but I am not ready, no in the slightest.

What options do I have? Wander lost in the hope I’m never found or give up and let my demons find me. What options indeed.

The former calls to me, but the latter is more likely. I can only run for so long, eventually I will be found, life catches up. The failings of or past find a way to ruin the future, no matter how hard you try to overcome them.

I guess in truth, I am not lost. I am scared.

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