The Labyrinth
The longer I am stuck in this labyrinth, it gets harder and harder to visualize the gate to the nirvana I’ve been searching for.
A place of perfect peace, pure bliss. A place so beautiful, fiction is adjacent.
A place that transcends suffering.
The suffering that comes from feet making contact with Earth’s soil. The suffering that varies from one soul to the next. The suffering that can cause you to become breathless.
Death is the opposite of possibility, and it is possible to arrive at this utopia I long for.
This place of perfect peace, pure bliss, this place that transcends suffering,
this place at the end of the labyrinth is found within myself.
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