I'm exhausted. I don't want to be in pursuit of anything any longer. I don't even know what I'm looking for and yet I can't remember a time when I wasn't searching. Slowly at first and then frantically. Never-ending. I've reached the end. It never ends but I'm leaving. I'm stopping. The promised is not there. It has been with me all along. I exit not losing anything but realizing there was never anything to gain.














