Our mind is a labyrinth.
A dark messy place
Where even knowing the paths
One gets lost.
Burdens.
Too heavy to carry
But the only thing that keeps us grounded.
Darkness
Trying to pull me in
Trying to corner me
With misty dark tendrils.
Effort
Underrated and underestimated
Only thing that keeps you going
Necessary but tiring.
There seems to be
no light in my tunnel ,
No one's here to keep me company ,
No distractions work here
If only ?
