Just Stop.

Day 9 of #30DayWritingChallenge. Prompt is: Words of wisdom that speak to you. 

Positivity can resume tomorrow, today, fuck it all to hell. The words are: If it doesn't open, it's not your door.

Just stop.

Stop searching for signs in places you know you’ll never find them.
Stop seeking solace in people you know will never give it to you.
Stop turning stones, knowing you’ll only find shadows and ghosts.
Stop seeing more than there is, potential is not reality.
Release the mirages into the air, that’s all they really are.
Imagined visions, veiling empty realities.
It’s just mist and vapor. Smoke and mirrors.
Hot air parading as life giving sustenance on a day when you are literally dying of thirst.
Just stop.
If it doesn’t open, it’s not your door.
If it’s not real, it’s fake.
If it left, it’s gone. Perhaps it was never there.
If it’s not actual nourishment, it’s just figments of your imagination deceiving it can give you life.
Don’t believe the hype.
Remember, you’re still dying of thirst.

Just stop.