The Road

The road begins where all else ends.

I don’t walk alone. Pain is my guide; madness, my saviour.

The road shapes me, tests me, brands me.

The echoes of lost sanity, they haunt me more than the world I leave behind.

I walk on.

I am the desert, the sand, the sun.

I am the road.

Lost and free. Abandoned and found. A prisoner no longer.

Each step peels away a sliver of me.

When nothing remains but pain, the pain becomes the only way forward.

And I walk on.