Gone

You get lost in other people's misery and confusion...
You find a way out. Even when they hold you down in it.

You just grab some of your shit, get up and go.

This is the point when you're at your lowest.
It ends up being the best time to start over, but our training
gives us that blanket of fear that prevents us from ever
applying for a passport.

If you don't break out now, you'll never know.
You'll end up the pushover victim of every one's unrealistic
expectations of you.

They'll even make you think that something is wrong with you...
Just to get from you what they want.

And that is some sick, lonely shit.

And selfish.
And uncaring.

So just go.



They won't really miss you because they never really wanted the you that you know.

It's only you.
But you love you...


Right?

Then its nothing for you to love yourself enough
To get the fuck up and just get into the wind.
Let it blow you away.




Go.

Get lost in yourself.
Eventually you will figure it out

That the misery and suffering had been brought on by you refusing to go.

2010 HassanOlumorotiNtimbanjayo