Fluorescent lights led the eyes down vast hallways that never seemed familiar. But the ground remained the same; tiles that never changed or ceased to reassure.

Little were the worries that wormed their way in through my iris and hindered those bright lights that left everything so exposed.  The reflection off the tile became far more interesting than I had hoped.

Mostly blurry faces if I dared to look; faded features that I yearned to form. But perhaps these lights and these walls and the tiles that pave the halls are here to rob my memories forevermore.