They forgot me eternally.
I've begun to see a small glimmer in the shadows. It is stained with grey tones and dimmed by the cloudy sky. It seems the sun has finally risen, but the clouds of the gloom prevent its rays from reaching my sight. I want to cry in anguish, but I can't. I want to smile at illusions, but I can't.
Only the trees draw the path. I don't stray from my path, but is it eternal? The density obstructs my vision, and I feel blind to the alluring two-sided forest. My instincts focus on danger, on the unknown that fades into the wooded nothingness. I reflect on neither my future, nor my past.
It doesn't rain, it doesn't get dark, it doesn't age. My shadow manipulates me; is there a roof? Do I remain outside?
The artificial light doesn't show itself. It camouflages itself between the edge of my consciousness and the stability of my senses. The ground remains the same, the rail remains the same, the cables remain the same. Am I going around in circles? Is this perhaps a copy that deforms my being?
Back, back, back, back, back. That's the only word that runs through my heart, beating frantically. My pupils dilate. My mind clouds. Endless thoughts leave a trail of fear on my face. I don't believe it. I'm not going to go on. Continuing abandons me even more, and returning mocks me even more cruelly.
Eternal desolation.
Eternal rail.
Eternal sky.
Eternal stagnancy.
Eternal forest.
Eternal awareness.
Eternal life.
Eternal walk.
My only way out is lost among the trees. My skin dries. I feel every part of my inner body melting into the air. It is consuming my dead, rotten soul in a forgotten limbo.