Onward down the winding, twisting path we travel. Each one we take is different to each other. Yet they cross and intertwine in different places and different times.

My path that appears before me is full of jagged thorns and toxic tangled ivy. It is difficult to see a light through the darkened leaves that pervade the path I tread. To which I have no implement to slice my way though the obsidian foliage that hinders my way through.

All I have is myself to push through the thorns and the dark poisoned ivy that slashes and intoxicates me with pain and torment. To which I refuse to submit to.

I pull myself up from off the ground bloodied, and battered and push onward through the seemingly endless black foliage to seek out the light concealed deep in darkness.