(This was harder then I thought lol, please tell me if I accidentally repeated a word.)

I walk along passageways, footsteps echoing off walls of stone, wondering if there was any turning point and whether this ever happened before my heart cracked.

Maybe it’s who you always were, thoughts tell me. Does that matter? Present time matters most, not past nor future.

Small voices ask to turn back, but they’re ignored. Leave idiot! Go home! What about your family or friends?! Whispers louder then screams, whispering, unrelenting, no peace here!

“STOP!” An actual yell rings out, coming from a voice that’s mine.

Keep walking. The murmuring’s only one whisper. Peacefully quiet.

Everything’s fine after all.

Almost.