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So it looks like you've learned something that you wouldn't have thought.
Maybe these skeletons need to be aired out; or maybe they should remain dormant.
This thorn in my side is a constant reminder that I am only but mortal.
If I twist to much in either direction I am bound to suffocate with pain, but sometimes this pain is the only source of solace that remains in what I once thought had meaning.
I am like hermit, moving from one shell to the next; in constant search of that which I can not obtain.
So let me travel along this sandy waterway waiting to be washed out by the incoming waves.
Let these waves take me to where all the others in similar positions have been taken;
nowhere.
And I wish for these things, but I know that true meaning still exists.
Who knows, maybe it's close.
And I'll continue on.
Much like I have, and much like I will.