text: You see, there is this tunnel and it is starting to feel more like a labyrinth and that light, the supposed light at the end of the tunnel, it's never where you would expect. I wonder how I am to find my way when the directions change so often, and I am taunted by the thought of a short-cut. The corridors are thin, the old paint flaking off the walls. It's so cold. The dampness settles on your skin, the drips echoing in the distance reminding you of the horror you're in. You can call out all you want but nobody will hear you, this place doesn't exist after all. You’ve have walked for years, at some points reaching beyond the edge, feeling the sunshine and tasting the moisture in the fresh air. Yet only to be pulled back into the darkness wondering which way was which. That little taste of the outside gives you hope. Each turn and each direction leads to a different outcome, you begin to wonder how there is so many. The floor you find yourself again as the tunnels seem to enclose around you. The thought of taking one of those short cuts becomes almost too good to be true. Now is the time to remind yourself, the consequence. A deal with the devil, shake the thought or make the mistake. What haven't you tried? Have you been this way before? Disorientation holds you as the tunnels begin to change. It's happening again, when you look up expect to not recognise the tunnels. There will be more corridors and they’ll be leading in all different directions once again. The tunnel wears make-up. It's out to get you. So answer me this? How are you to get out of a place that doesn't exist, yet controls you so well? You don't understand, this run's deeper than your chemicals. This place has a hold, you don't get to leave because you solved a chemical. Cause and effect, effect and cause. This tunnel runs beyond your mental, beyond your physical. Beyond your control. At this point, it's dark in there but not all is lost. You look back to the solution you once found wandering these spindly lines a long time ago. Control. You realise the more you can control, the less the tunnel seems to hold onto you. Unfortunately, without realising it, you've wandered down a forbidden short-cut. At first you welcome, almost encourage the simple mistake. You know you should turn around while you can. You know where this goes, we've been here before. At some point, the patter of paws was sounded through-out the tunnels. United with a gift from the outside, a friend. Here, just for you, and you, for him. It's okay as he walks the tunnels with you, he doesn't feel that sort of despair but he's knows you need him. He'll never be far now. Even in the darkest parts his fur will be less than a reach out away. believe it or not he needs you just as much. It will still happen, the disorentation, the direction changing, the taste of the outside and taking a wrong turn here and there, but it will become easier. The labyrinth is like the universe, it will never get smaller. Always expanding. The more years you spend wandering, the more turns, directions and tunnels will exist in this place that doesn't exist. It will get lighter, it will get darker, the tunnels thinner and sometimes thicker. Some colder and some slightly warmer.