Everything Must Go
I didn't realise how bad it had gotten. There was no getting away from the crushing routine. One dead end disaster averted, and I thought everything would be fine. But that same heavy feeling crushing my soul. It left me helpless. It left me numb. The same feeling I thought was gone. Bubbling in the background. A fleeting reminder of what used to be, risen to the surface, but... still the chipping diminishing me. Is there anything left to let go? The chips become fissures. I slide ever closer. Realising something needs to change. Can't pretend like one thing would fix it. It's time to re-plaster these cracks. My life is a yard sale, and everything must go.