Memories

Jumbled memories of people and places best left forgotten.
Jumbled fragments of might-have-beens and whiffs of dreams destroyed.
There are too many dark corners, occasionally illuminated by a stranger;who, for a time becomes a friend, until random events, trapdoors, yank you down different corridors of the maze.
Life is a maze of deadends and broken paths; where each event, each turning point is like the murder of an unborn self, until you are finally left with but one path to follow and have become what you were never meant to become and never became what you were meant to be.