Mazes

And she came to a maze. The strictly trimmed hedges went way out of her eye-sight, not matter how far she looked up. They reached into the clouds, which were starting to lower and form a light fog. She looked at the narrow gateway into it and all she could see was another hedge a few metres back. But there was no other way to her destination, but this way. She looked up at the towering fortress, took a deep breath and a step inside the walls. Once she crossed the invisible barrier, there was a sound of a collision and the rustling of leaves. She looked over her shoulder. The hedge had closed and she couldn't go back. She was left now with no choice but to keep going on. But, after all, she never had any other choice if she wanted to move forward. She didn't like it at all. Every time she turned a corner, there was another solid wall of greenery in her way. She would go back and choose another route to meet the same circumstance. Even when she finally prevailed and was able to go on further, she'd have the same issue again. It was then that she really realised the reality of how extensive this maze was.

After feeling like she was going round in circles, she sat at one of the numerous dead ends; arms wrapped round knees, and fell onto her side, crying. She felt so confused and lost. She had tried not to let it get her down, but when you think you know what you're doing and fail even then, it's hard to keep positive. The clouds were growing darker, and emptied down on her. She was soaked through in no time; her dress becoming almost see-through.

I don't know what this is. I started writing and this is what came out. I don't know where else it is going, so I'll stop here. I'm so tired and I have so much to write, but not the words to say it.