My eyes are starting to get used to the dark. Things starting to show up in my sight but not all, some still reside itself in the dark. I'm using all my five senses to tell me whether what objects lye in front of me. I’ve been picking up so many things from the ground. I’ve found foods that help me survive the day and even a knife that bleeds me the moment I grabbed on to it. The easiest way for me is to work my way towards the door to get out of the dark   but the curiosity has driven me to continue the journey to explore the rest of the place. May be this is why people says that “Curiosity killed the cat”. With the eagerness in me, I never tired of learning what’s beneath the dark. The problem is that I’m tired of hurting myself in many ways. Sometimes I stepped on a nail, cut myself while grabbing some sharp objects or tripped over a small step. Time after time, the reoccurring of these scenes has altered my thought. Instead of exploring the rest of the room, I’m trying to turn the lights back on. That is what I hope for anyway. Then I realized, the best way to hope is not to hope at all the more you hope is the incremental pain you will feel. We lived in the sweet reality in which things will never be according to your wants. Days after days, I iterating my habits and now the change is occurring in me, not because of the time but the change due from various varying variables, the surrounding environment and the complexity of human behaviors are only some example. Yet, no matter what had happened to me the expedition still continues until I reach the dead end and that is when I would open the door and walk away. Until then, there is me standing right here in the middle of the dark…