Seeking Finality Of Purpose

Dispersion of interior life fills me without, displacing who I am, searching throughout forests of imagination, seeking the finality of purpose. Rushing to find another way to close the book of unending pain of desire, holding me prisoner, not letting it be fulfilled. Pouring my soul out upon the emptiness of sorrow, walking away as tears send my heart down white water rapids by itself. Not even reaching out to save it, being done with the heartache of others pretending to care and then leaving me behind for other pursuits that will have nothing at all to do with me in this lonely world.