Dear Cubicle, I’m Leaving You

Dear Cubicle,

I never thought I’d say this, but

I’m leaving you.

Dude, it’s not you–

it’s me.

Thing is,

my ♥ was never in it.

I tried, but you were always asking so much–

“Eight-plus hours of your day,

Forty-plus hours of your week,

Two-thirds of your precious waking life,

Your mutha-freakin SOUL,”

you demanded,

in exchange for…

for…

what?

. .

. .

“Deal!” I cried

I thought

it’d be worth it

I thought you were

the best I could do.

. .

. .

Derr Mr. Cube,

Would you cry if I told you

you’ve never satisfied me?

That nothing you can give me

is worth

my

Soul?

Would you cry if I told you

I’ve been seeing someone else

on nights, on weekends

in my sleep and in my dreams

What if I told you

I’ve been giving everything,

everything I have

to this passion of mine?

Would you call me crazy if I said

I’m leaving you to

write

a

blog?

. . .

. . .

Damn straight.

. . .

. . .

This– this’ll be our last week together.

Gonna miss you, Cubey Pie

(NOT!)

—

Dear Certainty,

You b***!

For the longest time, I thought I had you.

I trusted you. I believed in you!

Turns out you were just f–ing with me all along.

Turns out…

you were never really certain at all.

Liar!

Is it possible to leave something

I never really had in the first place?

Watch me.

—

Dear Open Road,

I’m coming for ya.

I’m leaving

my

home

for ya.

I’m not sure what’s out there,

or who,

but hell,

I’mma

give it - a - whirl.

Come back?

Maybe one day.

Time

will

tell.

—

Dear Unknown,

I think I’m finally ready

to fall into your arms,

to trust in you

fully.

I think you’re

a whole lot

safer than I knew…

So bring on

the mystery, the uncertainty–

bring on

those gulps of delicious freedom.

Bring ‘em on, beetch!

—

Dear Life,

Finally,

finally,

finally…

you

are

mine.

Chaos-in-the-calm,

weak-in-the-strong,

crystal-muddy-clear

bitter smooth

rocky-road,

sweet Mystery-of-Life,

I think

I love you?

—

Dear World,

I’m not sure

exactly what I’m supposed to do here,

but it seems

my time’s arrived.

Ready or not,

Here

I

Come.

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