I went a little bit further than expected on the road. My feet slipped out of my soles and were a bit cold. So I moved them around a bit... flexing and tensing until i can feel the blood pumping. There's something deep inside of me tonight. And it's something I'm not trying to hide. I'll let it in. And allow it to stay. It's no infection. It's more of a vaccination against disease...Some sort of quick-witted cure for that numbing inside. I've tasted life to the extent of everything I thought I never would. I'm making the steps slowly, and not going back on my word. I made commitments that I'd only find one road, stick to it... commit and make my way down it. I've certainly traveled down that road. No regrets. No looking back. I've found it. Someone told me before that I'd be making a mistake if I'd done it this way. What's the mistake? Just because I didn't stick to the map to get to this place? I'm still on the one road. The one that's leading into forever. I'm not going to jet off into another direction. I won't decide suddenly that planes or boats will do better. I never asked for the sea. I never asked for the sky. I asked for the right road, and I've found it. I'm not taking a map with me. but I'll allow the stars and the Sun to guide me.