Light, fluffy flakes float down from the heavens as the crunching of snow and loose dirt are beneath a pair of scoffed black Converse All-Star shoes. These sneakers belonged to a young, quiet boy about the age of sixteen. This is his story. He walked on this one road every day until he entered the darkness. There was nothing but the faint silhouettes of trees in the dark purple sky. He never wanted to enter the place of absent light but he couldn't do anything about what was going on around him. Wandering aimlessly for what like centuries, he spotted a dim lighting through thick tree limbs. On the other side of the dark palace was a heaven of light blanketing the empty land. Once he had come to, he realized no one else was there, just him in the endless acreage. Memories started to flood his mind, and he remembered the lonely road. The boy missed the path he strolled on because he felt a sense of security. In the dark land and light land, he felt like a stranger to that world. He was lost and couldn't find the road he loved dearly, for he was trapped in that heavenly hell. The road was forever gone.
