Detachment

I want to go somewhere to start another life, want to burn the entire page, to write a better one. obsessed with solitude, wants to explore the unknown, even the path ends up to a cliff, I won't turn back. my mind is two-edged sword, my greatest ally or cold-blooded enemy, it helps me grow, or makes me rot. my vessel rests in the eye, but my soul rages in the storm's full body. and I hate this duality. you know life is so messed, when all you want is rest but if i do that, the ghost of the past will no longer haunt me? but there's nothing i can do like a king with no throne. can't accept what's unchangeable, can't change what's unacceptable.