We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It’s when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life.

We are the road that winds down a sound mind, then slips into the sea.

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.

Down the road of hate, at every busted corner lurks the need for love.

Dead-end roads don't mean you've come to your end, just means you need to take a different detour.