Brain Maze


I run through a maze of thoughts and decisions everyday just to start a different one the next day. The walls close in as the day comes to an end, I have to make the right turns and the right decisions or I could mess up everything I worked for. I have to make it out everyday. There's so many different exits to this maze, some bad, some good.  Theirs too many paths, too many options. In a different world maybe I make all the right turns. Do I go over the path with spikes and lava or the easy path? What if the dangerous path leads me straight to the exit? I'm always overwhelmed and overthinking I should just trust my gut and eventually I'll get there right? Just take it one turn at a time. ¨black coffee?” The lady asks me.   ¨uh… yeah just black please¨  Dammit I already messed up. You like cream in your coffee idiot. It's fine one wrong turn is fine. But its early, maybe I messed up the whole thing, I'll never get out.  I drive to work where an actual wrong turn could mess everything up.

 There's some free pound cake on the table so I take the last piece. Yes, good, we are making progress.  What if someone wanted that, I just stole it from them, I messed up someone elses maze. No my mom told me no on else thinks like I do and that ¨Im different¨, but maybe they have their own version of a maze. I'm already ready to get out of this stupid maze i just wanna go home. No I make money here then someday I can permanently get out of this maze and go tan on a beach chair in the Bahamas. Lunch, halfway through, almost there. I'm making a steady pace. Few wrong turns so far. Shoot I forgot I have a meeting. I´m fifteen minutes late! When I arrive everyones waiting for me to present. Shoot.  The walls are closing and I need to run. I see the exit of the maze, I can do it. Sweat covers my forehead as I sprint. I leap out as the walls close in behind me. Then it's just me and my cold coffee sitting in my parents beat up car. 

Megan22

VT

18 years old

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