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There isn't much to enjoy.
No time.
A road ahead...I walk.
No.
I run.
There is just to much things
that has to be done.

I run.

Not sure where to.
All sights...so dark.
I get lost.
And sometimes I find the way out.
I run.
Road of constant fights.
It's hard.
But I'm lucky
I have my lights.

I run.

Faster and faster...I run.
My lights cannot follow
they're left behind.
Not a spark...
I cannot see my way
I realise...
without them the road
is just to dark.

My lights.

Time passes by
and I don't run anymore.
It's so hard...
To hard to go on.
But I walk
and I feel darkness knocking on my door.
It's cold...
Just now
one of my lights is not here anymore...

But I walk.

Not sure where to...
But I do not mind
as long as I'm not blind.
As long as I have my last light
I walk.
When it's gone
I stop.

Alone.
In a dark.
Just another black silhuette
in a final embrace of a night.

-jh-

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Additional Photos by Jerica Herman (jorgi) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 1017 W: 150 N: 900] (3798)
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