A series of tunnels and lights...

I have to walk through the darkness for untold amounts of space, until I reach the warm light place that I yearn for. Then another tunnel appears around the corner and I see that I have no choice but to continue on through the darkness alone and cold. There is no turning back, and no stopping. There is no telling how long I will be walking in the obscurity that is my loneliness, this tunnel of darkness in the form of time. I spend such a long time muddling my way through the shadows of isolation that I almost forget the face of the warmth I seek. The ticking of the clock slows until I reach my temporary destination, then the hands fly in circles to speed my return to the solitary confines of my lonely mind. My thoughts torture me with memories and visions of softness and warmth, of laughter and joy, all the while I am trapped by the circumstances my heart has put me in. Will there ever be an end to my dark tunnel? Will I ever find myself walking in the light with no darkness ahead? I hate the darkness I feel inside with the absence of you, the light. How do I continue to endure the darkness when I fear the light doesn’t want me?