Lost in the woods

I'm still looking the exit of this maze. I'm still searching in the clear that they say. But how can i help myself if i can't manage to escape? The vines that strangle, wolves that tattered, ocean that drown, tundra that froze, and drought that dried my heart, body, everything. Beacause of her I've lost in the woods. Until now, I'm still searching in the clear that they say.