I was walking a dark road alone. I had no idea where I was, what had happened before I got there, and I was starting to forget who I was. I was scared, forgetting everything about the past, only knowing or caring about the present. It felt like a nightmare. However, the future still concerned me. I had doubts about it. I had a hard time imagining it.

As I walked further, it got darker and darker. I had to struggle more every step taken, yet, I couldn't recall why I struggled. What was the struggle anyway?

I got tired, but I didn't give up. Altough I was scared, I kept on. I no longer felt like myself. I felt like I had died. Died, yet lived. I felt as if I had begun a new life.

I saw paths. They led me to different ways. I had the power to chose some, and some were already destined for me to take.

Once in a while, I had to do things, to become things, I didn't want to, yet I knew I had to.

Memories of the past rushed in and out of my mind, but why did the worse and best memories remain only? More paths I had no power over.

Even darker... maybe... I was blinded by choices, surrounded by duty, lacking my own freedom.

Maybe I was deep in my thoughts, and low on reality.

Maybe a new life had begun. Maybe it has.

Maybe... I'm finally ready to take on what's to come. I've changed, and so have we all.

I like the whole concept of "Died, yet lived." And You're right, we all do change in this life in some ways. Great work.

I like the whole concept of "Died, yet lived." And You're right, we all do change in this life in some ways. Great work.

 

Thanks! Heh, I was hoping someone would like that.

(Based on true feelings)

Thanks! Heh, I was hoping someone would like that.

(Based on true feelings)

 

You're welcome.