• I am walking, but i cant see where i am going.
    I feel the cool grass beneath my feet,
    and light rain drops hit my face.
    The air tastes of morning dew,
    and i feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders.
    I never know what will come along,
    but that makes it all the more special.
    The atmosphere is a comfortable blanket of peace surrounding me...
    promising to guide me safely.
    But with each step I take,
    the rain pelts harder.
    The soft grass turns to cold, sheer ice.
    The air is now bitter and cold..
    but as I drew on i could feel what i have been searching for become closer.
    Then suddenly...I feel the rising panic welling up inside me..
    the forceful wind in my hair...
    the blood curdling scream fill my head..
    I am falling.
    Waiting to be caught..or for my inevitable doom...