Who what where when how... Scribbles of another...

Decisions...

The road was cold and windy, a sense of unknown as a destination. The damp think fog curling round my neck as if a threat, the sound of small creatures rustling in the hedgerows. I walked alone. I feel alone. No light upon my direction, I walk, owls making there appearance through the night. One foot in front of the other, I think deeply about my posture, my breathing, my existence.
           How I wished for you to be walking with me, by my side. For protection against the harsh world, my fears and the dusty cold air. I feel your hand mould around mine, but its not real, its not true. I am alone. The road turns blind to the left, vast fog still hiding my location. Scurrying animals pass my feet, my strides becoming twice the size. Why had I decided to walk away now?, to be alone? Why did I not keep my assigned place, warm, content, with you. Change was coming, my mind wondered as I slowly clambered round the bends of Surrey Road.

Much love...x