is this how the dance ends?

is it possible for this to happen? for nothing to culminate? to stagnate and frustrate a soul to this point? even if its possible, is it advisable? to give and not receive; to lift up only to fall onself; to recuperate slowly only to find the disease is in the medicine.

o Child of Man, dont do this anymore.. hang your weathered hat and coat. This is not for you, nor was meant to be. Recede, retract, relinquish, recoil!!! Have I not taught you anything?

im done. i've run out of words and memories and thoughts and energy and hope.. remember that line you used to repeat "hope is a good thing, and no good thing ever dies".. ugh.. what movie was that? Yes, Shawshank Redemption.. thats the one.. well that is one memory that remains, but i want to rub it off.. erase it.. it should NOT .. should NOT exist. it sounds so useless and other-worldly.

forward, back, staying put, its all the same.. it equals to nothing. NOTHING!!! I have nothing to give to you, or take from you. No shoulder, no laughter, no tears, no thoughts, nothing to share, put forward, give, take, retract, snatch. NOTHING.

she twirled, side stepped, swung right back at you. but your face had changed. the same dance, same song. hmm strange.. for the love of the dance she pulls right up and rests her tried head on your welcoming shoulder. forgets, and lets herself go..what comfort! we move so well together she thinks.

silly silly creature. so why then is he changing the steps he just taught you? the ones you learnt at his asking. surely he created the dance. it has to be perfect right? whats that he whispers, as he lets you slide to the floor? "It wasnt my dance at all? Did I give you that impression my love? Oops." she crashes, hits the floor, a thousand pieces scatter and tinkle across the room.