Down A Road Called Life

Twists and turns

Slopes and drops



Life is more like a field, with paths, all too many to take.

Walk, you may, only one but if you so seek to carve one thyself, I bid yee luck, for thee shall need it.



Here lies nothing more than just another path, read if ye shall so desire, though warn i must thee. Its a path of pain and sorrow; its a path from out one hell to another.

But, the winded long path you see, I must implore, to not walk yourself but just to see.



(PS: i am slow AF but hath thee the patience, I promise, never but the death of me, shall i ever abandon this child. )