The humid breath of the wind strokes the back of my neck as i trudge forward,head down. Head down, for i did not want to see the miles of entanglement in front of me. Head down,for i did not dare to face the truth of obscured direction.Head down, for what was the point of lifting my chin only to witness my fate in front of me.
The mud engulfs my heavy feet as if in need for its next meal. My heart becomes heavy and in one last attempt of escape, i throw myself forward in hope to reach a solid slice of ground. Ground in which doesn’t contain the reaching fingers of shrubs or the thick lick of mud. Expecting a soft landing my body shudders when i am met with a hard surface. I lay on my back running my bloodied fingers over this cool and damp solid. The comfort of a hard surface supporting my aching back came almost like an embrace.Rolling over, my submissive eyes meet the structure. The structure greets me like the gates of hell. The towering presence of it makes me double over in fear. My body begs me to lay, but my brain burns with curiosity. The curiosity that whispers to me. Instructing me to peek through that gap in my hands. Look through the hands that are trying to shield and protect.
I pull myself to standing and stagger over the dark rotting wood. eyes darting in search for the pending danger.