Out

Exits.

We all seek them at some point in our lives. At times it is a violent thrust, an involuntary shove toward the unknown that beckons through the gaping crevice. At others, it is an act of self-fulfillment, a willing decision, a conscious will-to-action.

Exits.

As we find our way and step out of the cave, the light blinds; it hurts with piercing intensity. It burns the memories we yearn to hold on to, it illuminates with fearful warmth. And all we desire is to find our way back, back into the safety of a familiar darkness.

Exits.

All I want is to walk away, away from you, away from the life I once loved. Yet I can't. I'm unable because I love the familiar darkness that has become so much a part of me. I want nothing more than to depart, find an exit from all I've come to know that is you, all I know is you... But I'm unable. I want never to see your trace again yet your spectre lingers, it haunts. Every now and again, I hear the trace of you, I read a citation of your name. Everywhere I turn, I see you...

How do I find an exit from you?