I'm there. At wit's end. It's a lonely area out in the middle of nowhere. The road just stops with a preciptous drop to oblivion. Ragged chunks of asphalt cling to gnarled roots and the slightest breeze sends a stream of dirt and peebles to the depths. There is evidence that I'm not the first to arrive here. In fact, it looks like a well travelled stretch of road. A small stone tips over the edge and I listen attentively for the sound as it hits the bottom of the chasm. I wait. I grab a rock from the ditch and toss it over, straining for any sound. I wait. I wonder what it would feel like to swan dive after the rock, the air washing over me whipping away the stress and responsiblities, no cares, until the bottom finds me, of course. Or would I just keep speeding through the darkness like Alice down her rabbit hole, to land softly and move off to another adventure? Doubtful. Things like that don't happen in the real world. But the deep, dark chasm? Oh, that's real alright.
I never thought I'd run out of road, you know? I always figured that I could take a detour if any heavy duty upheaval loomed on my horizon. Roads just don't stop. They dwindle down to a cart path or a deer trail and at least you know you've made a wrong turn somewhere along the way. There are supposed to be signs, aren't there? Although I guess that doesn't really matter. I'm not one to pick up on signs apparently. I'm very gullible and easily led on. "Friends" and family have strung me along for years.
I wonder how long before someone else runs full tilt into this dead end? Will they stop and gingerly toe the edge of the unknown or will they speed willynilly into it? Maybe I should sit here awhile among the debris that litters the sides of the road and see what happens. Or maybe I should plow through the underbrush to see if there's a way around this. I guess I do have options after all. I guess Wit's End is at the bottom of the abyss and I've just had my first glimpse of it.