This was originally published in 2004 but I remember that I wrote it several years previous. It was written while I was still very much in the closet and very much examines my thoughts and feelings at the time.
I remember lying awake one night and moonlight coming into my bedroom. My mind was still active and started to run away with itself. The road I describe is very much a metaphorical one and the chasm at the end the hole what my mind falls into when I have a depressive relapse.
The road is perfect, the perfect road I was expected to take at the time and the weight of the expectation of my family.
I find it an interesting read and a reminder of how I felt in my later teenage years.