Dried leaves falls covering the ground
The crunching sound when I steps on it echoes through this empty forest
Crying loud, piercing the sky
Empty
Cold
Alone
Wild flowers grow along the footpath
Swaying gently along the cold breeze, beckoning my eyes, inviting me to get closer
To touch
To admire
To love
Mist covering the trees like a white blanket,
Falling from the top of the mountain
Hide every secret, hide every path…
Twisted, blinded and terrified
Lost even deeper…
Pushing the limits... 