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Our Road Diverged
If there even ever was a road
“When someone is forced to realize that the road he’d been working hard to make progress on was no different from the place he’d started, and when he realized that he had in fact gone backward, all that person can do is face the pale sky and lament.”
― Mizuki Nomura
We built a road together, you and I. A road toward the future in which we both walked hand-in-hand. A road leading to passionate desires and lustrous success and sunny days. A road for just us — no one else. No one... A road so fucking sturdy, it would take decades to destroy, should anyone try, and try, they did. A road full of flowers so inevitably also weeds (but we’d pluck the weeds, we decided). A road that would have built-in cracks just for room to breathe, should the road try to destroy itself by submitting to the cracks of the world surrounding it. A road that had no ending and perhaps thus, no beginning.
But maybe that was the point to all the time we spent building the damn road. No ending. No beginning.
No ending.
No beginning.
There was a road, replete with stories of us and built with concrete love. There was a road, circular in time and even essence. There was a road that led us backward, not forward. There was a road that led us astray, though we knew not to…
