The wind howls,
Its fiery tendrils ripping at my heart
With each sound
I am lost in a fog
Surrounded by unfamiliar voices and familiar aches
Running towards something
I know not what, but still I run
My heartbeat going faster
Beating harder
In harmony with my feet
Each sound grows as I go further
Now the silence calls
Even in the cacophony of sounds that haunt my existence
I hear the silence
It is gentle and still
It neither wavers nor disturbs
But it calls out
Louder than the voices in my head
Stronger than the hurt
Deadlier than the love that holds me captive
It pushes me further
Tempting me with the warm cocoon that is its dwellings
It is but a dream to wish away the voices
I realize this even as I am buried deeper
Saturated in the fog that is my existence
I have done this
I have welcomed my end
How annoyingly arrogant; a self serving satyr
What is my purpose?
Where is the future?
Why is the road lost?
How do I get home?
Where am I, who am I?
I am lost.
