I'm happy she didn't ask me with whom I had my lunch today.
I'd be ashamed to say "no one".
Since I came here I seem to be falling down, imploding into the labyrinth of my own mind.
And it's not only a maze; it's also a safehouse, just as any maze is.
Indoor, inbrains, in never rains.
Weather is always the same.
Things change less inside.
If the house owner dies, or moves away,
The house still stays.
And so it is with a man and his world.
When the world moves away,
We're left with nothing but our minds.
Minds that shine as bright lighthouse.
Lighthouse that warns you; you would crash, if you ever approached the coast,
coast of reality.
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