Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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Maze of memories

I enter the maze, full of hope, Tracing my way among memories. Mmh it feels good, warm and easy, Unlike swimming within my destiny, And worrying about the next trope. I am lost now, I find no escape. The maze is dense, intricate in space. No landmarks, no symbols or maps, No yes or no, just a page full of scraps Of memories lost, composing landscape. I watch, blindfolded by darkness, I see nothing but void and sadness. My future not yet accomplished, In the maze, becomes nightmarish. I close my eyes. Too late! My sight got tarnished.