Wipeout

Today was like a punch in the face.  A big punch in the face.  Something was brewing for awhile and it had taken on some qualities that I just couldn't seem to figure out, and today it all came to light, and it was worse than I thought.  Drama is something that appears in my life very infrequently, as I have a high aversion to it, but I would say about every 8 months, some unwelcome drama manifests.

I feel like a particular delusion has died, impaled on its own falsity, and with it it has taken the dream of a friendship that isn't going to happen.  The bleeding however, has taken on a new form, with an almost mystical quality.  The emotional pain has become a window deeper into myself, and this comes at a time after days of struggling to get a clearer view of who I am and what my soul is.  I'm looking at myself in a pile of ashes, and I am seeing the eternal spark, that piece of my soul that promises to rekindle me regardless of how many times I die.

I have turned to the sky, and it is time to reincarnate for the better.  Times like these give life color, and the road is beckoning.  My old home has been destroyed and I am once again homeless, a vagrant, but I have recalled that life as a vagrant is my true calling and these are the times when I am most fulfilled and least attached.  I could not figure out where this picture fit in my collection, and today it came to light.

The road is calling.