From where I stand at present, I have no future. The path I’ve tirelessly tread upon for years reached a dead end long ago now. The thing is I can easily see beyond the capacious crevasse that separates me from my hearts desires. And from my vantage point if I squint my eyes enough it looks magnificent. Then again, I always envisioned it would. So how can something that is essentially within reach be impossibly distant? And because of this vexatious chasm and my obvious lack of rope or tools I feel like I’ve nothing more but to surrender to the mercy of the Universe. I’ve outgrown my shoes and my feet have exploded out onto the unforgiving pavement, painfully busting through leather and fibrous seams. I’m tired, too tired. I’ve finally began to notice the cumbersome stress that is confined within my body and running amok. It’s weighty and painful at times. I don’t know how I’ve managed for so long. And in light of this new recognition I’ve noted just how strained I am, and that my body can’t continue much further.
I can’t continue to linger.