The weight of time

I am an accumulation of different personalities I have come across with over the years. I am all that is, and all that is not, man. I will sit a top this hill, and look down, from my footstool, on you. I am thousands of guitar chords, that just couldn't formulate a song. I have acquired, over the span of eighteen years, a list of failed attempts at love. You're no exception. I crumble and fall, the earths atmosphere becomes heavy around me. The weight I carry, is that of which you could not fathom. I can feel the crust of the earth shake, and quake beneath my feet, but no one else can feel it. There goes my equilibrium. I am the charred rubble of what was once a "family home." Quite frankly, the truth is, I'd rather be anywhere but home, and everywhere but here. I am the smoke, that has just left the gun, that tears your family, and your very existence to shreds. I have acquired, over the span of thirteen years, this conservative education, it hasn't done me much good. I am the man, who took these hammers to your walls. I have acquired, over the span of four years, friendships, it is inevitable that I will destroy all those who come within spitting distance of me. I am okay with it, I think, I hope all too much. I have acquired, over the span of eighteen years, a full cornucopia, of insecurities, which I wear on my sleeve. Most likely brought on by my anal, retentive, attention to detail. I set my house on fire this morning. The colors were so pretty.  I have acquired, in the past twenty-four hours, This can of gasoline, and these matches, that make these pretty colors. The weight of time, has been lifted.