I was honestly considering

So yesterday I definitely thought about giving up on writing all together. I know, right? Weird. I thought, though, how interesting it would be, if not wonderful, to never write again. What if I never wrote another poem? What if I never wrote another story? What if I never read again either? What if I decided to never pick up another book again? It just seems so ridiculous, ya know? All this interpretting sounds into words and thoughts and ideas. All within the little mind's ear. I thought about burning my poetry folder. For real. I thought about throwing away everything that I had ever written. Maybe I would write again after that. Maybe it would just be nice to start over again with a clear head, a clear history, a new pattern of thought. Using everything that has enlightened me in the past 6 months.