The Maze

My life has been spent surviving the colossal maze of the Western world. While I survive in the maze, I see familiar landscapes that call to me, connected to me like a spiritual umbilical cord. Fading in and out of the path of the maze, I hear a calling, a song, beckoning me to follow it. I try to follow, but the maze is constantly changing, along with my own visions of what's directly in front of me. At times my own reflection changes, I feel the hands of shadows on my body reaching inside to grab at my spirit. Those familiar landscapes and songs come to bandage the injuries left by the shadows, and for a moment I can see my own reflection again. I still survive in this maze, and I've lived long enough to realize that this place, this maze, it is made from the shattered pieces of my home. This is my home.

Aaron McKay

Flag Staff - Aaron McKay