Intersecting mazes
A gridiron of barriers
Speak my name
Let the wind carry it
So I can find the path
To the end of this dream
The way to you
So I can wake up
And get lost again
Watching you sleep
Intersecting mazes
A gridiron of barriers
Speak my name
Let the wind carry it
So I can find the path
To the end of this dream
The way to you
So I can wake up
And get lost again
Watching you sleep
Interesting imagery there. The thing about a grid is that every node is connected, every node both peripheral and central (except for the borders… they are partial.) So the gridlocked landscape being a grid of MAZES makes it pretty much impossible to traverse without the adequate means. Each center another maze, each maze a different battle and exhaustion soon sets in.
So I liked the desperate aura of this: the vast expanse of the maze is creepily agoraphobic, the urgency of the rush (I can see beads of sweat in your hair!) and then the happy ending, the heart-pounding awakening… to serenity, to something much more closed off, much more intimate. Something simple to get lost in.
Awwww. It’s so sweet!
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Lol. You’re hilarious.
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Am I?
Well, I hope it’s a good hilarious then!
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‘Tis!
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’tis well, then!
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