Inner Labyrinth I

A corridor stretches beyond sight

Walls lined with faded portraits

Some are familiar

Some belong to someone I might have been

The air is thick with memory

And the floor shifts like thought

I hear footsteps that match my own

But there's no one ahead

No one behind

Just echoes wrapped in fabric

Woven from childhood fears

And quiet betrayals

This mind is not a room

It's a cathedral built from dreams

Flooded with silence

Lit by the flicker of half-formed truths

I walk through it

Like a guest

Who misplaced their invitation

The ceiling drips with what I forgot

Laughter, pain, desires I never admitted

A child is drawing on the wall

And I can't tell

If they're real or just

What's left of me

I open a door and fall through a sky

Not down, not up-just away

There is no center

Only the feeling that there might be one

If I keep going

If I stop resisting

This psyche is not mine alone

It's stitched together from everything

And everyone

And all the moments that didn't make sense

But they're here

And they're watching

I am the echo

and the one calling out

I am the room

And the guest

And the door

And the key