I am trying to get out of here, but the path I take is very difficult to follow, so I am sad. I do, however, look forward to that moment of freedom that awaits me if I stay on this path. I have made my travel into a sort of semi-routine. When I get tired, I can sleep, and when I get hopeful, I keep moving, when I feel like giving up, I try harder, and I know that I am making progress. In fact, I can see the light of the exit shining like a beacon far off in the distance.

However, the steps are getting more difficult to walk as the light becomes more visible, for in this tiny piece, in which I stand, of a light that shines so far away, I feel like stopping here might be better than walking on, but I have to realize that it's not, that I will only know how good it feels to be free when it dances before my eyes continuously, freedom, when I see myself and see me.

So, I'll walk on until I hit the light with all my senses.

Yay.