It's all over now

It's all over...I have hit rockbottom.
Once surroundded by many...had to shake them off....and schedule...
I , now, stand before you , as a symbol of solitude.
Alone in the midst of vast sahara's of loneliness. I stand tall and think of the mirages I have left behind.
How great a fortune can be? How valuable a touch may be?

As I think of how far I have become and how many deserts I have crossed I cannot escape the thought of supremacy. I think of the one who has brought me here and even more I think of the ones I have dragged along the way so they could let me fall one by one once they found their mirages!
I'm tired, dehydrated and have a tann unavailabe in the most exclusive salon's. All I have is what I got on my person. A white shirt ( I have never worn white shirts ), a white jean ( I have only one pair and I never wear them normally), some white running shoes ( I do not even own running shoes) and a half empty bottle of water.
As I look back all I can see is the silhoutte of her, watching over me but never lending a hand. All she does, with her presence, is aggrevate me and frustrate me.
I open up the waterbottle and take a sip out of it (I know it will be one of my last). I turn around, look forward and start to walk up the dune in front of me. With each step I feel disconnected, disarmed, dissapointed. There is no glory in walking away, but there is a comfort in knowing her silhoutte will no longer be visible when I reach the top.
It's all over now!!
It's all over