It is.......... settling.
You're good at this. You should keep at it.
The road has revealed strange new practices to you.
The road led you back to mother's arms.
You couldn't possibly know anymore.
The road has taken you to a friend.
You've made an acquaintance who is very interested in what you will become.
No compassion for fellow travelers.
Travelers everywhere. They're no worse off than you.
The road is your destination.
You've reached the final bus stop. This wasn't your destination. It doesn't matter anymore.
You take the job seriously.
It changes and morphs as you look at it. Your eyes hurt.
That day never really leaves the back of your head.
You went against your own story. Now you're lost to the void.
What it meant to you is your decision alone.
You looked after your brother.
A happy family.
The road has taken you to a reunion. Rejoice.
He deserved this much.
There's a hole in your heart. It is infinitely fascinating.
You've recovered your old face. Probably.
You have refused the road. No trip for you.
It is comfy in here.
You don't really care about them.
Your pockets are full of strangeness.
You do pay attention.
It stares back at you.
It'll be hard to sleep on these... but you'll manage.
