Light the fuse and run. Tourch everything that you've built. The very ground you're standing on, the only Thing that you have left. Pull it, pull it from beneath your feet. You crash to the earth. All that you have, all that you own, all that you worked for...you set it on fire, and it feels so good, at least for a moment, it feels so good to fall. To fall, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. To lose yourself in the groundlessness, escape in
The moment, because yuo know that you wake up, its not all that'll be gone. Sleep. Sleep the sleep of the dead, secure in the knowledge that there is nothing they can do to you, you can't do to yourself