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I'm standing on a road that isn't taking me anywhere. A deep dark road that only gets darker. And when I feel as though things are the darkest they could be, I take another step and am blinded. But I have reason for this journey. I've walked so far into the darkness, and become more curious about the end of the road with each step, that I can't stop myself anymore.



Maybe towards the end of the road, I'll find wonderland. A land of pixies and shrooms, bright colors and endless happiness. A land of ecstasy, euphoria, orgasmic joy. Maybe theres a river that will quench my thirst after this long journey. Maybe if I keep walking, the darkness will start to fade. And I won't ever want to look back.



Or maybe at the end of the road, I'll face my greatest fears. Maybe I'll walk right into a black ocean of despair. And all that will be visible then is my own anger, Anger that manifests itself in the form of eyes staring my every move down. Watching me as I sink into the ocean, farther and farther into the blackness. Watching me die, ever so slowly, suffocating and dissolving into the background. And the last thing i would see is that road. Wishing that I could continue walking.



Maybe there is nothing at the end of the road. Maybe theres a wall, a dead end. And my only choice is to jump off, and fall into abyss, or to turn around and walk back.



Or maybe my road will lead right to his. Maybe the road I'm walking on now is the same one he told me about. The road that leads to a fork in the road. Dark, and darker still.



But for now, I continue walking. Stuck inside this maelstrom of anger and fear. Frsutration and loneliness. Darkness, and darker still. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find comfort in it again.