Great Expectations.

If there were to be any cure in the world, be damned, I beg to be cured of thoughts and feelings.

I just don't want them anymore.

I'm tired of so much expectation, so much thought of happiness - and for all of that to be blown away with rolling winds. To watch them flutter helplessly away from my fingertips, when - oh god - I was so close.

To almost taste sweetness, but so long missed the opportunity, I've forgotten what exactly it should be like to touch my lips.

I am vexed. I am thrilled with rage, and frustration.

Where am I to point my blame in this calamity? My patience is growing so meek. I cannot hold on awaiting for better any much longer.

Things have been too rough for too long. When will the good come? Was it not the saying that they come for those who wait? And mind you, I have waited the full of my lifetime - every morning an awakening to nothings, every bedtime story a tale of misfitted attempts.

My pillow case is soaked with disappointment. I cannot rest my head here any more.

No, I cannot do this any more.

So help me, dispose of my thoughts and my emotions that bring me this crippling mountain edge. I am inches from falling off of the gravel of expectation.

There is no fate but misery in the passage of lit eyes and determination.

Cure me of the way I am so constantly left to toss 'round my sheets at this bleak midnight hour; Rid me of the pain of hope; Eliminate memories of the almost could've been's, and the thoughts of what if's.

Because I have had it. I have had it all.

And that's enough now.