I began to walk down the path. A path I feared, a path I knew wasn't for me. As I got older the path became more narrow until I walked on a dull blade that was miles long.
When I was younger I ate drank and spoke lies. I was a fool and a word worshiper. Then the path had three ways set before me.
Past Me, the master of lies was one road. A road I happily followed.
Present Me, that was lost without hope in a Broken Mirror Universe.
Future Me, a creature sculpted in harsh truths that saved my soul many times.
The blade is sharper now but I still walk. I know what I must do no matter how impossible that seems. I must become a writer and make a living at it.