The labyrinth is overgrown with the branches of my thoughts
paths bathed in darkening shadows...
... sweet tickling leafy dreams scratch against the skin of my essence
intertwined with the black ash of my lifes bombshells...
... twisting and turning towards the light of twilight\'s pink flurry of petals
raining down around the labyrinths trails...
... straining away from the darkness and
towards the centre of the overgrown labyrinth
and my minds eye.