Time traveler’s journey down the road.
Maybe the journey on the long road was a new beginning. A new start for something. It all started with a cry in a small room with an unidentifiable stench. An unknowing, involuntary cry. The cry of acceptance, of welcome maybe. A cry surrounded by smiles. A cry that created smiles. A cry that was the predecessor to a long journey down the road. A road that was new and long. A road that had no definite ending or a fixed route. But the journey needs to be made. It has to be done. The road has to be traveled. It’s both dark and bright. Definite intervals of darkness follow definite periods of light. It was a law that maintained itself. The journey has to be made through the darkness and the light. Dimly lit lights show the path to the journey. It’s the guide to this journey. the dim light shows the footprints that belonged to people who traveled this path before. Maybe those footprints are meant to be followed. Maybe they could tell you the reason for this journey. Maybe they could gu...