deeply moving, silent, still

I’m at that Point

Today, I’m at that point of destroying my every ongoing project, burning my manuscripts and hard files, killing my back-ups, boxing up my instruments and hauling them to the Goodwill, destroying my websites–all of them–deleting my online presence, wiping my drives, and just not being any longer. Something happened about an hour and a half ago, and, well, I’m not getting over it like I usually do. Not yet, anyway. I’ll wait to do anything drastic, but, right now, I feel like I’d just rather not be, anymore. I really had no idea….