Once upon a time, there was a boy.
One of shy nature and humble personality.
He lived a happy, care-free life not having to worry about a single thing.
He walked the walk of life merrily.
Then he made the mistake of looking over he's shoulder, looking back at his past life and actions.
He saw something that was not supposed to be there. He stopped and slowly turned around. That was the second mistake he made. He took of he's pink glasses.
The roses that once bloomed were black and lifeless. The green trees had shed all their leaves and the bare branches moved sadly in the breeze. All the colours, the smell and feel of life were gone and replaced with nothing but dead objects.
He was amazed. I just walked through here, and it all seemed fine. Why is it all gone? Where are all the things that were supposed to be here? All this and more he wondered.
Turning and looking again ahead, ahead in life, staring at the future, he saw nothing. The path that laid there just a brief moment ago was gone.
There was nothing ahead and just black chaos behind.
Where am I to go, he wondered. And so do I.
