Jan 26, 2010 04:36
Walking down corridors, searching for the right door, the right hall. One is in ruin, a dilapidated path worn by the travel of many others. It is a familiar path. A door can be seen along this path--many never see it, many ignore it, and many more use it. Opening it seems to be the only way to move off this worn and beaten path. Other doors are left unseen, though they too have been looked upon and opened by others.
The door leads away from the corridor wearily traveled, offers a harder path. Doors are intermittent, with only concrete walls between them. Doors available lead only deeper into a labyrinth of corridors characterized with more concrete walls, each decorated with fewer doors than the one before it. But, there is a way out. A door at the end of the hall, easy to reach, though the path is rough. Doors seen but left unnoticed come to mind during the travel--doors now eagerly awaited. Footfalls become sure in anticipation of this path's end. Careful though, the end of this path is less traveled than most as the walls are high, and more stone now than concrete--jutting inwards with sharp edges in attempts to waylay the traveler. The walkway too is narrow and seems to move in to enclose the traveler. The journey is difficult, but confident and careful steps will lead one safely from this chosen trap.