Letting go… of all of it

The chasing, the wanting, the desiring, the hoping, the striving for an escape from dreariness, the setting myself on fire for three seconds of comfort and acceptance and nurtturing.

Am ditching it all.

I shed my skin and walk away. Remember that song? And the video clip? With the old dude getting into a groove on a beach?

I feel like I have been ramming my head against a wall for years hoping yo strike gold and all I really accomplished was a wide open gash on m forehead. Though the blood dripping down kept me warm for a while.

Am done.