I want release from the kind of peace which is not peace that I feel here.
I want release from the sense of desperation and sense of helpless desires that I feel toward all the people that come and sit here with me and perhaps I talk with for awhile.
And those people with whom I only share a few words but whom I will never forget.
I want it all gone, out of my mind, out of my hands, I want these chips to be gone as I am gone.
I want to rise from here and walk and then arrive at home, to arrive at the place where I will lay my head to rest.