Three roads converge in a yellow wood/and I've made another complicated and unoriginal metaphor

I don't know what it is. When it rains, it pours, and when it stops raining, the sun shines bright. But that's all I have to say about last week.

But now it's this week. I feel playful and facetious. I was in a poetry-writing mood earlier this evening, and I'm pleased with what I've written so far. It's a work in progress that's a combination of my midnight ambulations and my desire to tell someone something. It's called "Love at Halloween," and it's the most light-hearted poem I've written in a while.

I'm not completely happiness-and-rainbows; don't get me wrong. I more brashness-and-swaggers. Feeling a little devious, a little playful. Don't be surprised if you catch me with an absent-minded smirk on my face.

I'm probably going to regret this, but I'm going to do a little musing. In metaphor of course: this is something that I need to put out there but don't necessarily want to say explicitly. I'll probably end up talking to someone about it this week, and volunteers are welcome. But now, the metaphor.

I'm at a crossroads with three paths. One's a straight and narrow road, but I'm a nonconformist and therefore don't like it. Besides, even though it's wide, it's barren and empty. It looks like several have gone down that path, but there's no one in sight down it.

The second and third paths both look familiar. Despite the canopy of luscious hardwoods that loom over them, the light shines through. Both are bordered with aromatic flowering bushes that almost beg attention with their vibrant hues. At the mouth of the second, however, there a few bees buzzing. If you know me well enough, I'm a huge sissy when situations involve stinging insects. Given my situation, I decide to try the third path.

I walk a few feet in, and all seems well. Starry-eyed with the splendor around me, I fail to see an impediment in the path. I fall flat on my face, swear, and turn to see what I've stumbled over; it's a fallen sign post that states, "no trespassing." Seeing this, I turn back to where the paths meet.

Currently, I'm sitting cross-legged and considering my options. I could easily and safely proceed down the wide one, but it looks too lonely and empty. The second path is inviting, but entering it might be difficult because of the bees, and, besides there could be a "no trespassing" sign there, too. If I choose the third path again, I risk angering it's owner. So what do I do?

Well, the situation isn't pressing right now, so I can conisder carefully. Perhaps I'll find coucil.

That's all for tonight. I'm anticipating a better tomorrow. That'd be lovely.

Soundtrack:
Keepaway - Self - Porno, Mint, and Grime
Broken Glass - Buckcherry - Fifteen
The Blood Is Love - Queens of the Stone Age - Lullabies to Paralyze
Ride Out Bitch - Vaux - There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them
Gotta Have You - The Weepies - Say I Am You