alizarine1963's Journal

Many have walked this road and none as I know have come back. Yet in this knowing the unknowing travel not often tred. There are no companions on this road of inner hell for after awhile it becomes fraught with treachery of the most unspeakable kind. I can see tracks of others on the road that lies ahead but after while those footprints will diappear and I will be absolutely irreversibly on my own. The journey that I am on has no one except me. I am to isolated but no comfort will I find, no place to rest my body when I am feeling faint, no drink to quench my desiccated throat. Each breath I take is nothing more than an attempt to try and feel if I am still alive. The silence is deafening in the vacuum and there is no way to turn back. There is nothing behind me worth saving, it's crumbled to mothing but powder now. I reach down and touch the ground that I try to walk on to see if it is in fact truly there. I am walking on a siliconed way, I can see all that is beneath me now. It's like pools of blood and tissue bubbling up beneath me. If there's a rift in the road ahead and I am not able to hold on, I will be cast down again into my vulnerability, my own humanity, my own insanity, my own futile existence once again. I will have to exact myself from that misery and move on alone because there is no else one who can or will share in my secret hell.