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This one is fire but I was sooo f****n dramatic when I wrote it lmao used Feet Of Clay for the cover image

On 11/05/24, at roughly 8:30 AM, doubts seeping into my mind in the form of the whispers of my peers and exhausted from a lack of sleep from the night before and I had made the worst choice I've ever made in my life. I often tell myself to look at life through the perspective of an unfolding story and search for signs, omens guiding me through this twisting and coiling maze of hedges and leaves, the garden of forking paths. Yet a sign infinitely more significant flew directly over my head when the message I had written failed to send the first time. And thus, the bad ending for both you and I had been set in motion.

Life is a maze with infinitely many exits and infinitely more ways to arrive at each one. Each exit is an exit and no exit is any more or less freeing than the next. Yet, contradictory, every man, woman and child knows the way to “their” exit. They just need to follow the signs. Yet not earlier today I had spent 30 minutes on a maze that my peers had completed in 5. That is to say that to this day, I'm unfortunately poor at mazes. And, as my luck would have it, At the most pivotal moment I had taken a bad turn.

I press onward through the maze to an incorrect exit, yet I can't help imagine what is on the other side of that wall, on the path I was born to take. A path with flowers and rings, ties and gowns. It pains me to see you and it pains me to avoid your gaze. It pains me to walk my path and it pains me to imagine ours. Because the garden of forking paths is less of a garden, and more of an abandoned mansion of which a happy man and woman had lived their final days within. Whoever had named it must've mistaken the mold for greenery.

I can't deny the possibility that, even if my destined path was to walk it with you, perhaps yours was not. Perhaps I had been destined to resend that message that day because my right path is my wrong path, and that's because your right path is not our path. It pains me to say that you look happier on his path than on mine. So you can skip through your meadow with an elbow interlocked with another's, and I can walk my desert road, because even if I had lost my way, I'm still on my way to some place, and maybe, I too will lock elbows with another on some meadow somewhere.