After the high comes the inevitable low. I am spiraling down fast and nothing is there to break my fall - just the muddy, murky earth to spat dirt on my face. I don’t want to be in that place. I am trying so hard not to be there, in that moment of nothingness.
Whoever stole my thunder? Dunno. Did I ever have one to start with?
The end is near, I can feel it. However, this anticlimactic turn of events is all too predictable that it will bore the wits out of people’s head. They’ll probably heave a sigh of relief that at last it ended. Best be rid of the liability right away than have it compound and become a deadweight.
I need a new beginning, a new perspective. I need to be reborn.
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