I’m walking down a dark tunnel. I didn’t choose to come here. What were my other options? Stay where i was a and watch life pass me by? I don’t think so. So I got up and started walking. Didn’t know where I was headed but I knew it would at least new more exciting than where I was. The road was windy and rough but j kept going. In retrospect, maybe next time I won’t follow a ride that led to an unknown destination. No. I’d probably do it again. The road ended and a tunnel began. Wasn’t too late to turn back. After all back there, the floor was smooth and I knew exactly where everything was. No! I’ll keep going. I never liked that place anyway. The tunnel isn’t any smoother than the road before. I should know. I’m not wearing any shoes. I left them behind. I never liked them anyway. They were old and worn out. And they held to many uneventful memories. I hope I’ll find a new pair of shoes at the end of this tunnel. I certainly hope so. The tunnel is growing dimmer. I don’t like that. Uncertainty I can handle. Darkness is something else entirely. The light never went out back there. Then again, there wasn’t much to look at. Nothing ever changed. I suppose new darkness is better than old light. Or maybe I’m wrong. I can barely see now. My foot steps are getting louder. Or is my hearing growing sharper. I don’t know. There wasn’t much to hear back there anyway. Just the same voices saying the same things over and over again. It was maddening. I’m better off here. At least i can hear something different. The sound of my aching feet as theu beat against the unforgiving ground. I can’t see!