In the woods...

It is quite dark in here. It gets a lot spookier than the previous steps taken. As I venture deep into the woods, all that I see is darkness and that's when I began to wonder if one can even see darkness? Or, can darkness have anything at all to see? Or, Is it worth seeing in the darkness? Or, can there be anything that is visible in the darkness? Or, what difference does it make if you venture into such darkness with eyes open or closed? Questions, questions and questions. Be it darkness or the light, one thing is for sure. Questions! Now, I wonder who will answer all those.

She took me by my hands, cajoled me into walking with me, caressed my heart to make me believe, before culling my Life inside out and finally blaming me for all that had gone wrong and said, "you will be safe in the woods" and disappeared as darkness began to take over. All I have is light when I close my eyes and total darkness when I open them. Do I tread this path with eyes open and go wherever I am being thrown? Or, Do I bank on the hope and belief and walk along with eyes closed to live in some light left inside? Although I can see the latter to be the safer option, I am afraid if she would come into the light and steal it leaving me in never heard of darkness?!

This is the story of Life going awry and yet I have to feel sorry for someone else being called the victim when I saw my throat being slit and they termed themselves to be bleeding. These eyelids fail to come to terms with each other just like how she failed to come to terms with. But, I am sure she is living Life queen-size. Let it be. This darkness makes no mirages. I cannot make out if I am awake or asleep. All I can say is, when I bat an eyelid, I see light. When I open my eyes, I am engulfed in what appears to be a total blackout. 

She must be proud. She must feel accomplished. For, she will not crack past the riddle. She will purposely stay in silence because she prefers me to be in the woods. What authority did she possess to take me there? And, what autonomy, she left me right there. Being blindfolded in Love, I missed my mark. Today, I am sitting in the dark, and only to be marred. What keeps me burning is those words of no worth, from a Complete Man who did nothing complete. In flesh, he could be complete but in action, he is nothing more than useless coco peat. He fits the epitome of murdering his Woman's dreams. Now, he continues to ravage his child's dreams. Still, it was me who was taken to the woods saying I culled their dreams and nonsense. *laughs to death*

To abuse and harassment he pays no heed, to call it Life, he has to wash his sins in seventy new seas. I still wonder if he would be clean enough despite crossing those seventy seas. My life in the woods looks nothing short of despair, something no one could ever repair. Are you all looking at how to suck out all the fresh air, and let me choke in thin air? Those words, those actions, those threats, those blackmails, those that find a perfect match to his completeness, I ask, "Is this how you pay a Man his respect?". I suspect, if this is completeness at all? He even failed to think before acting. He is an act of failure in all.

To her, it is all an accident. I mean, just a dent in the axis of Life. She can control things. She will possess infinite potential to change everything. Yet, she will only take me to the woods and leave me there after hanging a signboard that reads "abandoned" in the name of betterment. She will seek words from me but will not even change her own display picture. *Yes! your display picture is old enough. At least change that* But, how can she be blamed if she was being guided by the "mistakenly" Complete Man? She will realise it one day and till then, let me see how I survive these woods.

The bog and muck around in these swampy woods, yew they suck. In totality there is no respite from this woods. She need not step in as such. I will step out of this damned woods and find my way to her. Until then, she needs to delve in her memories and try to find out the receptors that will beam a signal to me. To reach that beacon, I have to walk. With eyes open is suicide, let me continue with eyes closed and the light inside. For, what difference does it make when I am trapped in the woods covered in total darkness? Bubbles \(^_^)/ -rPhoenix