The Writing

I haven't written here for a while, and its to not particular reason, other than the usual school and life's course. And yet i feel like i needed to write, for so long, but couldn't bring myself to it. And I could not figure out why this was.

Now I know. It was out of my wanting to write that I began to conjure up ideas of what to write on, and that was wrong. I could never write with the confinement of a topic, and yet it was not this idea of a topic that kept me from writing.

School and Life never led me to stop writing. But I believe I just needed a break. A break from it all. And now i return with better thoughts in mind.

Inspiration does not come easy, and it is when you seek it that you will never find it. And that's exactly what i did, sought that which should have been left on its own. And now i am here, writing on who knows what on a Friday night. Tired, and lonely, yea but nonetheless happy, because I know I am loved, somehow.

The road has been straightened out, leaving me a straight path to follow. To follow into the horizon, the sun, my dream. To walk and walk, and need no more than walk.

Walk. A walk was all I ever wanted, and now I have it. New goals set and new roads forged. The one I take is obscure, even to me, but i want to take them both. I want to experience everything, but time confines me to one road. And once it is taken, I shall never look back. Never wonder how I came to this second crossroad. Never wonder how I came to be so happy, so sad, so me.

And you meet a friend or two, leave a few behind, keep the ones u like. Road. to nowhere and everywhere.