Walking Away...

I have set into motion the things that need to be done and once again buried secrets inside that I had hoped for a chance to reveal.

Now I wait, for the chance to walk away, while one chapter closes and a new one is begging to begin.

I have learned that nothing is a constant, as much as I'd like to think otherwise and that people, places and things are never quite what they seem. Even though I approach them all with a clear conscious, open heart and child-like anticipation. Never quick to admite that disappointment hurts, but knowing all too well how much it does.

I've left behind anger, desire and pride. Hopefulness is no longer my mantra. What if and what could are no longer thoughts that race through my mind. I have packed away what I can and placed it in storage for now.

There is a sense of freedom in walking away, but that is all.

Nothing surprises me anymore, nothing impresses me... but I never expected it to.