But, sometimes, I hope there is a door. A secret pathway outside this maze, a final hallway that takes me to a place of "living". This labyrinth of rooms I have found myself in seems familiar, but I do not know what it could be familiar too. All I know, All I remember are these rooms, but sometimes I hope there is something else outside this place, that there is another life I am living, however my mind has prisoned me here. The door is there, the place of "living" is patiently waiting, all you have to do is open your mind to it.