i’m so naive. i thought the answer would be obvious, white type on black paper, unmistakeable. now, i’m more confused than i was to begin with. half of me reached out and held tight. half of me had electricity coursing through my fingertips. half of me felt at home and content and at peace, eagerly anticipating each minute of the future. but the other half of me cringes. it feels sick to the stomach, unsure and unfeeling. i am at a forked road, where the right side is identical to the left, but it will make all the difference which side i pick. i’m getting trampled and run over, because i don’t know where to go. and no one can make this decision for me.