Maze

I’ve been told many times that it is ‘all in my head’.

Turns out it’s true. I don’t know how much time has passed since I chose to stay in this dream state. Time doesn’t seem to take its toll here as much as it does ‘out there’.

There is still a drain. I can feel it.

I have a decision to make.

Wake up – or – Stay present.

{I think I’ll stay}

She is still calling.

Eidolon is willing to take me to the next threshold, but in order to get there, we will need to traverse through the next barrier.

It’s the maze inside my head. I figured that out quickly because despite its twists and turns, it was strikingly familiar {almost as if I had taken part in its construction}.

Each turn was a memory.

Portraits on the wall.

Portraits of love.

Portraits of betrayal.

Portraits of lust and desire.

Portraits of pain.

Images of my life.

I know that I must move through this in order to get to the other side, but it is so tempting to stop and gaze and feel… again, what has been the material of the dreams that created so many sleepless nights.

“Are you sure there is no other way out of here?”, I asked.

Eidolon smirked.

“Of course there is,” he said, “you can turn around and go back.”

{That’s not what I was asking, but I knew he was right.}

I stopped and looked at him. “How well do you know this, Eidolon?”

He just looked at me {actually through me}.

“If I turn back now, you’re just going to drag this shit out in the middle of the night and haunt me with it aren’t you?”, I asked.

Eidolon said nothing.

{I get it now.}

“Let’s keep moving.”

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