lost?

Not what i expected. Too far off. In fact, take me, my expectations and put the Atlantic ocean in between, and you will still find space to shove the pacific in. i am speechless. i have nothing to say. i can only churn a monotone.

i started with my orion through a maze. we split ways, aware. we drifted deeper into the bowels of the ever changing maze. now i stand on the lonely shores, a thousand labyrinths lurking, still breathing. Orion's light is growing thinner and weaker, as the light years increase, stars breeze past her, and finally she finds her supernova. i look up, my eyes burn, my eyes water. i try to clasp thin air. i claw my breath. i fall short.

the maze lives off my misfortune. it feeds off me. it calls me, speaks to me, scolds me, consoles me. i still hope. so i live. the maze gives me hope. at every turn i see light. at every corner i hear music. her walls caress me. her floor cools my blistering feet. i breathe her. i know her. darkness shivers around her. silence weeps on her lips. she gives me hope, my love, my devi, my maze. maybe someday, i shall find my path to orion. she whispers. i creak. she keeps me lost, hoping, alive....