"And thus did this leg of his journey close."
I gave my mind over to myself. In order to settle it.
I did not find enlightenment.
There was no amber spiral of legend waiting for me when the path closed.
The road was dry. It withered my lungs with petals of frustration and disappointment. Along the way, I force-fed myself great helpings of normality, loathing every mouthful. Bite after bite of bitter-pill pie, swaddling my throat and cloying my lungs. I ate and I ate until I was chill with resignation. Sickly sweet, with a sharp tang of humility.
There may yet be another time. There's always another time waiting in the dusty gray clouds of the Yet. Until time runs out, anyway.
But that time is not now.
As my inner lunatic's tide recedes from the shore of my soul, I find myself laid bare. Washed with the salt of truths. The calcium of my bones reinforced with sobering epiphanies. The weight of personal responsibility lining my leaden veins.
As good as any; better than most.
Is still not The Best.
Or even.... as I Wish I Was.
12:36 a.m. - 2014-12-01
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