At what point...

Do you throw in the towel On love On life

If they are safe and financially secure Did they lose Do they win

How does one give up and give in to give more and give all

These are my thoughts. My inner desire to simultaneously care for in care of this entity. This being. This soul I’ve been entrusted with watching over.

Zoom out. It isn’t even the end. It’s just a chapter. Just a page. Just a paragraph.

Our story isn’t over. It’s just part of the writing and this page ends in sadness and security while the next opens with light and purity.

I’m at a crossroad. I both yearn for her and yearn to free her. My actions would be deemed selfish while the intent is selfless. It matters not to me what is thought of in the end and after I’m gone. Few knew me, if any.

I’m just a version and variation at any point in time to whomever bore witness to that moment. A chameleon in a sheep costume luring the wolves. The demons were kept close. The addictions and impurities covered in acts of kindness and caring. I’m a monster that deserves this instance to be relegated to whatever purgatory waits for me on the other side before I reboot into whatever is next.

Time to reset. Time to succumb. Time to release and to offer freedom in return.

I won’t let go... I won’t let go of these ideals. I won’t let go of my love. I will let go of the edge to which I grasp with desperation. I will let gravity win. I will take care without risk or burden of more strife. More sadness and more discontent.

We are but mere moments in time. My time is a blip on the radar of the universe so who is to say that a star shouldn’t burn out in a fiery show to be witnessed and celebrated vs to be thought of as risk and peril to other stars or planets in its destructive path.

Goodnight. Rest well. Sweet dreams and wake refreshed knowing my existence was fueled by purpose thanks to you and them. I’m forever grateful and I’ll see you in the next page or chapter.