Life of a Young Girl -Part 3.

The sky overhead glowed dimly with the twinkling light of the stars.

 The leaves underneath her feet crunched with the pressure of her each in-calculated and aimless footsteps.

The wind howled with the sorrows she carried on her shoulders.
The trees sang softly the song of her beautiful melancholy.
Tonight she had decided to embrace the darkness and dance with her shadows.
She was on a journey of discovering her demons.
She had set out to unravel the mysteries of her life.
She was on a mission; a mission to unshroud the purpose of her life.

The path took a curve and the undergrowth became thick.
She could feel the soft brush of her adrenaline which she was trying to suppress.
As she walked further the darkness just grew.

She knew she was walking right into the trap of the vicious and dexterous shadows.

She knew she was snuggling and cuddling in the mysteries instead of coming from under their cloak.

She was hiding further. But she didn't stop herself.

The thing she had set out to resist was the one which had an invincible control over her.
No matter how much she ran, he came chasing after her.
He always caught up to her.
Each time she thought she had escaped the confines of his arms which were the bars of her prison, she found herself reeling back to him.

Her struggles were all in vain because she was again in the prison of his shadowy, dark tendrils.
Her feelings –traitor.
Her escape –futile.
His charm –overwhelming.
His embrace –welcoming.