I walk within a garden maze, surrounded by the vibrant colors of pretty petals and stems. I start from the beginning, you waiting at the end. As a novice, I believed that this shouldn’t be too difficult. For all it’s worth, it was just a straight line. But as I moved, the stems grew arms and thorns. They caught onto my prosaic body and tried to blend me into its heavenly sight, for it couldn’t contain anything dull in it for too long. Time and time again, I had to break myself free from their piercing grip and try to race to you, but there was no reconciliation between me and the beauty around us. My sagacity began to run low, and I constantly worried you wouldn’t be waiting anymore. Perhaps, someone else not caught up in the blankness would
