The Act.

Through this maze in a shadow of a half life haze- I stop and stare at the fully empty exsistance that surrounds me- forcing myself forward just to appease the on lookers, they hold value in this useless task, for what I lost was never had. Its whats expected so as not to seem weak but rest from this useless striding is all that I seek. Would it be better if I could disguise my untethered desire to leave this place? Sad I should have to stay and perform for the comfort of others. Should it not be my choice. Is it not my flesh- my breath- my soul to release...is it not my right to finally close my eyes and fade to peace...