I can walk down this dark, fog covered dirt road, and feel as if I am in a world of my own. As I continue to walk, I can feel the trees looking at me as if they had eyes slowly opening up looking right at me. My feet slowly drag, scooping the dirt from underneath me and pushing the dead leaves from the ground. I begin to hear the deep voices of strangers lurking around the woods, with that slight laughter of a lost woman. I am not exactly sure what to think at this moment, knowing I am more lost in this mysterious world not knowing where I will end up. As it gets darker out, I follow the little light that is left from the moon coming through the trees and fog, lighting up the dirt path, and I keep walking.
To Be Continued: