White and bright

It's like walking down an endless corridor with unlabeled doors on either side of your every step.
You don't know what's inside, or who's inside. You try to peek in but you never see anything.

The corridor is bright, too bright. There is no fear of demons lurking in the darkness. There is only uncertainty.

It was fine, when you were with me. The uncertainty took a backseat in favour of the now.

But since you left to enter one of the rooms, I don't know where you are. I don't know where you left to. And I have to keep walking.

Alone.

And I'm scared.
And I'm lonely.

But there's no where else to go but ahead.