A Prose With No Direction

the maze only God can see

There's a maze for everyone.

A maze only the higher up who sits in his mighty throne in the sky can see. 

I find myself at the entrance of the maze, a maze many have gone through, some making it out, some still stuck, while others have fallen into the traps that lay hidden inside. 

No one but God and those who made it out know where the exit is. 

I stand in front of the entrance of the maze made of bushes and thorns, its large vegetation towering over me with its intimidating and ominous presence. 

One step.

Two step.

Three step.

Four.

I'm terrified of the contents this labyrinth has in store. 

As I step past the entrance, naked feet grazing the strangely soft grass beneath, a cold gust of wind pushes me off balance and I fall to the floor, the hedges of leaves and thorns moving as it opens up to two pathways, one to my left and one to my right.

The pathway towards my right continues the hedges of thorns and leaves, its ground now made of dark and cold asphalt. Many footprints imprint themselves in this strange pathway, its road seeming to be endless and unknown.

However, the pathway towards my left cuts off from the hedges of thorns and leaves, and instead begins a blackened and scary tunnel, the grass beneath me stoping to turn into damp and moist sand. 

Where shall we go? I hear her  say, her presence nonexistent but still looming.

Where shall we go? I wonder. To the clear, asphalt road or the darkened and mysterious cave?

In the end, my feet move on their own, choosing the darkened tunnel. As I enter in, a sudden feeling engulfs inside my chest, and my breathing heightens, the feeling of being pressured and and squeezed between two walls suffocating me.

I gasp and gasp and gasp, droplets of sweat staining my shirt as my hand feels the rough, dusty walls. Every step, every movement, and every inch I make my body feels like it's being enclosed, the darkness that consumes me making it worst.

The air in here is thin.

One breath.

Two breath.

Three breath.

Four.

Keep breathing and breathing and breathing more.

As an eternity passes inside this maze, my body feeling as if it were about to give up and my lungs about to collapse, a small yet distinct glow illuminates from the corner of my eye.

Look, she says, and I look towards the light at the end of the tunnel. We're almost there.

I clench my fists as I gather up the courage and strength to keep walking. As I take more and more steps, the bright glow getting closer and closer, the pressure on my shoulders and inside my chest intensifies, making it harder for me to move.

But I persevere anyway, finally exiting out of the terrifying tunnel and collapsing onto the dampen sand, my heart racing at an incredible speed and my lungs overwhelmed as the air gets thicker. My nostrils consume too much air than it could take, making me cough terribly. 

Once I gather and compose myself, collecting enough strength to pull myself upright, I find myself in a basement-like room, the walls a dull and boring grey with a small window slit illuminating the room with a slither of light.