Labyrinth of Love (loathe?)
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A labyrinth sounds like fun, yeh? A challenge. Exciting. Stimulating. Think again.

Labyrinth of Love (loathe?)

A labyrinth sounds like fun, yeh?

A labyrinth sounds like fun, yeh? A challenge. Exciting. Stimulating.

A labyrinth sounds like fun, yeh? A challenge. Exciting. Stimulating. Not boring.

No straight line tunnel for me. It seems I'm attracted to the thrill of not knowing what is around the corner.

Could this next left be where I'm trying to go.

Is the next right what I'm looking for?

What exactly is at the end of the maze?

I see a bead of light and I chase it down. I get closer and the heart quickens. And then I feel the light. The warmth on my skin. It's glorious. Life is swell.

So I run towards what must be the destination. Challenge conquered. Level up.

But suddenly the light is gone. And I trip. Crash into a wall. There's nothing but black. Cold, miserable black. I hurt. So much more so, because I wasn't expecting this.

The dank floor I lie face-down flat in feel so much lower, because just a second ago I was flying.

But I pick myself up. No worries. Dusting off the dirt, I breathe and tell myself that I can do this. This labyright is solvable and isn't that why I'm here. For the love of the labyrinth.

I recall the light, that heat on my skin, and just how good it felt and I know this is a goal worth pursuing.

And there it is again.

And there it is again. I bathe.

And there it is again. I bathe. I chase.

And then I fall in the dark again.

Which is ok, because now, surely, for every false turn, I must be one step closer to working out where I'm meant to be. And there's that light again. Go.

But at some point, I'm face down again, a face full of mud and I realise just how tired I am and how many years have past.

I pick myself up, and I realise I'm not quite sure what I'm doing anymore. I've been here before. I know what's around the corner. It's cold and dark. Just like where I came from.

And I stop. I look to the left. I look to the right. I look forward. I look back. And my heart sinks because there is nowhere left to go. I can't leave.

Even if I could find where I started, I’ve forgotten the man that entered the maze.

This is all I know now.

It’s all I’ll ever know.

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