Barren Wasteland

That's my mind. A barren wasteland. I'm up here to clean house. Although, I suspect I will be the one cleaned up.

There is so much shit up here it's embarrassing. All of kinds of thoughts and beliefs and attachments. Most of it is crap that was put in here for me. By my parents, teachers, society, friends, ... And there is some shit that I brought in here myself.

It all has to go.

That seems overwhelming right now. There is so much garbage, it will take me lifetimes to clean it up. If that's even possible.

Then again, what the hell else to I have to do? I'm done with life as it was. I'd rather die than try to keep that leaky balloon inflated. Cleaning is as good a way to spend my remaining time as any.