I wonder what happened to my inner child. I remember so little of being an actual child, but I really, really wish ... well, I just wish. I've put so many things in boxes and shut them away in my head that when a box falls off the shelf and spills open, it's like holy crap.... did that happen to me? How did I get through that?
The labyrinth in this video -- that's what it feels like to be me a lot. Wandering and wandering and never having the faintest clue what the end will bring, or when the end will come. Are there demons or saviors around the corners? Will I make it to the top of that hill? Every time I watch it, I see something new. My English teacher would have had a fit with all the symbolism in this video. There's something very much of the fairy tale about it, but turn the wrong corner, and that fairy tale can turn into a horror story ... and who knows when the next turn will show up.
It also goes to show you that no matter how cute the hair color or how cheerful you normally are, no one really knows what goes on inside, do they? Not even me lately.
Still searching for my purpose. One turn at a time.
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