Even the strongest vine will wither with no light. It feels as though I’m being swallowed by the darkness and fear that I’ll find myself abandoned…with no one to help me…no one but me.
When you are your enemy, you are both preditor and prey. The darkness is so dark that my eyes have begun to play tricks on me. Hopefulness flickers before my eyes in the nonexistent light. Demons are lurking in the darkest places of my shadow, and I can no longer run. I must blindly wander, exposed, through the darkness and explore my shadow, whether I want to or not.