Walking..

Written on 24/1/06, that same weird dark Evanescence mood.

I must've walked down that road a thousand times before, hundreds of thousands of times. I've spent all my childhood and teenage years coming and going there, almost daily. It has witnessed the sweetest memories, the most innocent laughs and the most childish chit chats.
I'm supposed to be quite familiar with that road. But I was actually scared. It was so cold. The dark was giving such heavy air to the whole place. In spite of the wind, it was hard for me to breathe. I wanted to scream, I wanted my voice to break the silence of the night.