Auburn, curious. Brown, frantic. Darkness, lost.
Run. Run. Run.
Racing heartbeat, twisting head, soft cries.
Auburn trees fall behind, brown leads the way.
No path, no direction, no way, no home, no humans, no......
No light to guide or inform. No one to keep company.
Me, myself and I.
Drowning in the timeless sorrow of the woods.
Drowning in the heavy breathing and racing heart of trying to run from imaginary dangers.
Slow. Slow. Slow.
No light, no auburn, no brown.
Darkness, within and without.
Darkness, the timeless killer.
Darkness, lost.
I am lost.
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The painting is Lost by McCubbin
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