The Woods

I've been wandering in the woods for almost 12 years now...utterly lost for the past 7. Time increasingly seems to have little meaning, as each moment blurs into the next.

My machete is long gone. Along with most of my will and discipline. Whatever path led me here, it doesn't exist anymore to retrace my steps. These woods are treacherous, perilous, and unforgiving. There has been no light, only perpetual darkness. And hope wanes. I am finally almost altogether broken.

Is that galloping I hear approaching from the distance?