My Unknown World.

 

The small amber lights, like lone firefly inside their dwellings, float upon the tops of lost lamp post descending onwards into the thickened blanket of fog. These beacons, though they may control my journey with no real intent, are my only company. I follow them like I were a sheep seeking comfort from my own shepherd.

Though it may be strange, as only a mere 5 hours ago this land of mine would be nothing but yellow sun lit beauty, rolling hills and tall blossoming trees, now has become a different world all together; one that a beast - hell bound - might only be brave enough to call home.

I cannot see 3 feet to my North or South, and only the tops of my boots are visible as I dare a glance downwards. My current world is dark and shaded, and as I pace in a seemingly directionless manner, I can't help feel , or perhaps begin to worry, am I truly walking through a descended cloud at night, or am I dead? Making my way towards hell itself? Or maybe simply blind, and I am as of yet unaware of my disability.

Such a change, being not only night from day, but clear to unclear has rapidly swapped my own subconscious atmospherics that I now fear for my own life within this unknown world; this unknown world that I have been a part of since my birth; that I have come to call my home.