Labyrinth

Oftentimes I sit and become bored of my thoughts. My own worries becoming tiresome.

It is in these times that I take business trips to the mind of my friend.

We’ve never mentioned it, but he knows when I’m there.

I wind my way through the jungle of his thoughts, and I wade through the swamp of his feelings, finding the forests in which I sit and share lunch with his demons.

God, I hate them,

But they know this land better than I do, and I need their guidance to find him sometimes.

So we sit on a nearby bench, and eat, and they help me melt away the facade.

I follow them until everything is blank.

I follow them until edges become indistinguishable from curves, and I can so longer identify the path from which we came.

Sometimes, they take me places I don’t even think he knows exist.

All The while I take note of the areas they avoid.

I notice when they don’t follow that staircase, or take me on a detour to avoid that room.

And I know those are the places I must bring him.