A maze of words

My life is a maze. Doesn’t a big maze but a maze with narrow corridors and I know all of them.

It has the corridor of happiness, sadness, fear, and bravery (this I don’t visit often). It has a corridor of “I’m okay” and that isn’t a good or bad thing. It's just ‘’ok, I’m not really happy now but I’m not in the ocean of sadness’’.

What I want to mean is I have this feeling that I don’t leave the same place because I’m in a maze (a small maze but still is a maze).

I don’t know if all those words I write make sense.

So thank you for reading and I’m sorry.

-R