Two roads designed for mysteries and thoughts, two roads one long one short, led into different directions and the roads vanished in darkness. One dirt, one gravel, one hot one cold. These questions sit throughout the world. Or how about in the middle where there is no road, just a mystery, for me to unfold. To carve my own path into the forest and make a perfect road for me to foredge. This is the most difficult decision that I have ever made one man 3 different ways. The first path was dark like a storm rolling over the horizon covering the sun with its darkness ablaze. It felt cold like winters touch not much but that cold winters touch.

Now the second path was warm like a festering volcano ready to erupt bubbling like warm cheese, hot and ready to go. This path was the warmest sensation I have ever felt, like you were walking on the sun, but its was so hot you had to run. The last thing I noticed was the sky. A dark orange and pink pierced the sun with its colorful rays waiting to start another day.  

The path went down was not even a path. I followed my own path, I crafted it through the middle of the 2 roads. To show that you don't have to follow a given path in life and that you can make your own path to follow and choose.