Zulu

Into the breach, a disaster strikes.
The reaction is swift, the feeling sublime.
As tension leads to the eventual taxing mental hikes.
We all knew the end was just a matter of time.

Hmm. Expected a better ending to the series than that.

That's just it, Voice. I'm done. I can't sit here and psychoanalyze myself into nirvana. I'm out of material for this series, plain and simple.

That's a cop out, don't you think? You're not done and you know it.

Alright, fine. I'm done to the point that I am comfortable with.

Why?

Because there are just some things that I'm not prepared to face just yet. It's one thing to sit here and pour my soul onto the Internet, it's quite another to open certain parts of my memories that I do not go to myself. Some things, I really just do not want to remember.

Would you say that you've made some progress?

I would like to think so. I've addressed several issues that I held back on for years. I suppose that I just have reached a point where I really just want to take a breath and contemplate all that I've learned. To work through the existing issues and making peace with them before moving on to deeper issues that quite frankly I'm not sure I'm ready for.

Alright, I can understand that. You do realize though that you're going to have to face those sooner or later, right?

Yeah. I just need to stretch my legs a bit first. I've worked through a lot of stuff these past few months but I'm ready to just relax a bit and perhaps write something that's a little more fun for a change.

And what about me, then?

Voice, I wouldn't ask you to leave unless you wanted to. Somehow, you've managed to keep me focused. You've challenged me to make some changes and while I need time to execute said changes, I'll still need your advice.

That's a lot of nonsense. You're doing just fine on your own. Not that I won't poke my head in to check on you from time to time, mind you. I still have work to do, after all.

You know, it's funny. Life.

Indeed. But life sure beats the alternative, wouldn't you agree?

Wholeheartedly. It gives me the urge to go fetch a burrito and spend my lunch break in the park staring off into the sky. Just to take it all in. Care to join me?

Why not? It's a fine day indeed to eat a burrito and stare off into the distance! Let's roll.

Alright, let me go clock out. Oh, and Voice?

Yeah?

Thanks. I first thought that talking to myself was a bad idea, but as it turns out, it was just lovely.

Stop, you're making me mushy.

Yeah, alright, never mind. Let's go.

Seriously, I'm starting to tear up over here...

Shut your gorram mouth hole and let's go!

Don't forget. You're buying!

Yeah, yeah, yeah...