This road we’re on is full of potholes. It is littered with broken glass, sharp turns, deep shadows, dips, and rough patches.
It’s usually night on this road, but if we’re lucky it may be a misty or foggy twilight. Sometimes there is a carriage or cart supplied by a loved one to help us along this road. But mostly we have to walk it with our own two feet.
Our feet are sometimes sprained or broken and we have to stop and take a long rest.
But we push forward. Reaching the end of this road makes all the difference in the world.
pen, paper, and crazy 