[Trek Out Of Darkness] His battered feet pick up the pace as he clutches the hopes of reaching that hidden place. Head down and focused on his path, he ignores the picturesque views as #life speeds past. He swallows the bitter taste of a drugged reality, ignoring the coppery aftertaste of familiar tragedy. Bloodshot eyes and dry, cracked lips, butterflies create tingles to the end of fingertips. Onlookers cower from the power he radiates, he's driven by his thirst, hoping his destination satiates. No baggage or burdens to weigh him down, he discarded his fears and stomped caution into the ground. His journey is long and his map is worn, his heart is empty and his soul is torn. He fights for that spark, that flicker in the dark, that breath of fresh air combing through tangled hair. Looking for the impossible to be made possible, with determination deemed unstoppable. Walking into the white light without a single glance behind, he only presses forward, never pause or rewind. He trudges through the valleys and on the edges of the earth. He keeps walking, keeps wandering until he finds his self-worth...