Life, as we know it.

The path ahead, that dark gloomy hopeless path, never looked so long before. The branches swung low, even the claws of the earth want a piece of this vile vermin. My feet felt heavy, like boulders being dragged in the dirt.


I made my mistakes, filled up the quota, unknowingly. But now, there is no where for the condemned to run. How did it end up this way? How could this happen to me?


Why does hello seem like goodbye?