Out of breath

As I walked down the corridor where all the lights went dim and nothing seemed to be ahead of me I caught myself out of breath and no longer willing to go on. I once drew strength from images around me and now all I have is but that memory and the thought that I have to gather that substance from within. I brought not the chalice of lies on the journey ahead, but I remain in organized chaos as the path continues. The sweet sound of melodrama and the insistent noise of melancholy, where does one begin?
How I wish I could transport myself into a place where land meets sea and all would collide.
I remember when time could stand still and I could lay back and listen to silent message from the heavens. The stars that spoke of fiction and fallacy and how warmth was not a dream. The candle flickers as the wick leads to an end, yet today is but one of many and tomorrow will still remain another mystery.