I stand in the middle of a wide crossroad, at the center of a system of branches that lead into any direction imaginable. I stand on the launchpad into the rest of my life; a place, perhaps, dull and drearier than even this empty platform of middleness and confusion.I have stood in various places before I came to stand where I am, today. I stood in the light of the day, losing myself to thought and dream. I stood in the shadow of uncertainty, with all perception of truth ripping apart at the seams. I stood on the crux of oblivion, but I did not take the dive. I stand among strangers, in a strange place, with loving family, and precious few friends. I stand alone, otherwise.

I have stood aside a false confidant, in a false sense of strength and security. I have stood in the grip of amore, emotion driving thought to obscurity. I stand in a sea of apathy, sadly, and there are no real paths away for me. So I stand now at the edge of eternity, stepping toward the threshold into this world’s only remedy. The remedy is choice; for, though I stand now in this crossroad, all the paths in the world stretching out from me, it is choice that must lead me to where I will stand, on a road masked now by anonymity.