....Ive noticed something about myself....
Whenever I read a storybook, I enjoy it immensely. But, on occation, I will always relate to a certain character in the story....be it personal quirks or traits, issues going on, issues that have happened, emotions that are going through their....my head as i read the story....Anyway....I will relate to a character in the story. As I will read, I imagine how it will end.

I always will wonder.....how will it end for them....will they be happy? .....loved? .....free? Will they find the answer they were looking for? Will they keep living on and searching for the answer? Or, will they just wonder aimlessly throgut the world they were always living? Well....the end of the book.....it really where I want to get to . MAybe I will find the answer that will help me in life. Maybe it will spark a new beginning in another book, another story, another character. Maybe....

Until then....this book may end.....I dont know.....ow they all lived......we each reach the end of the book in different ways with different outlooks on how it turns out. I dont know which I sould go.....Here in my story I stand before a bend in the forest. A fork in the road. Divided by time and space. In the story, it says I take this road. But....what if.....I took the other in stead....? Who will know? .....Who will know....?

-The End-