*i'm lost*

It has been tiring. 16 years of walking down the seemingly never ending path. Not exactly path really, more like a giant road that has near infinite amount of fork roads. However, nobody sane will bother to figure out the total number of ways, let alone take all the path. It's just impossible. Time's not a constant.

I hate walking alone, though it had happened before, but some of the prominient figures i can remember are my parents, whom guided me when i was a quarter of my age. Sometimes i wish i can walk with them forever, be the young kid that cries whenever he wants anything, be it some toys or some affection. But no, things have to change, i have to move on.

There's something exceptionally strange about this road. the more you walk, the more you grow, learn and discover. From the land of baby toys, into a winding and narrow path of love. Confusing and misleading. Vines on the ground trip you, pricks on the side wall scars you, and a big giant hole that takes years to climb out of. The worst memories of my life was a result of me falling into the hole twice.

Dozens of helping hand could be seen at the end of the southwards tunnel that lost light. They helped me out, offered me help and made me get back on my feet. They are none other, my band of brothers, my trusted friends. Now onto the road of partying and gaming.

A strong gust of wind blew him aside. Into the most creepy of roads he ever seen. Thunders filled up the whole sky as he peered down at the awesome amount of forkroads right in front of him.

No more parents, lovers, friends to lead you. Now its on my own, my very own. What should i choose, where should i go, how will i end up like? Will I be proud on the day this path ends?