I walk, I look around, scratch my head and start walking again. The path feels familiar but also at the same time seems to be un-trodden. Where did I start ? How long have I been walking ? How much distance did I cover ? No effing clue. Wish there were some post-it’s with directions on these gray stucco walls. I let out a big sigh and keep walking half expecting the long unlit corridor to end anytime soon. I run my hands along the celled wall chancing upon what seem to be like heavily padlocked doors. Doors bolted so tight I wonder what dark beings hold. I am not scared of the creatures of the dark; I 'm not confident of finding light at the end of the tunnel either. Sound of running water in the distance but seems to fade as I walk towards it. An eerie white glow here and a purple spectrum there vanishing as I run my hands through them. The smell of rain moist earth impedes out of the black and disappears as suddenly as it came. Noises, voices, whispers and screams but with no definite source I can point to. I'm tired navigating this never ending maze, so lie down on my back gazing at the pitch black roof as necrolepsy tides over.The mind sure is a strange place to die at.
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
– Bob Dylan
