Once, I fell in love with a girl who's all but a maze.
Ever since I met her, most of the roads I trekked led to dead ends.
There were times I thought it was the right way to her but it's just a phantasm of my own making.
Even though it was an act of sheer idiocy to keep on finding a map to her soul, I persisted.
Because all those dead ends were clues to what made her and who she might truly be.
It might only took a turn to the left for me to be able to reach the bosom of the maze.
Unfortunately, I went into the red
zone...
Then everything dwindled into nothing.
Now, I stood outside the place where it was built,...
unable to take a step inside ever again.
