it's so off....equilibrium disturbed, balance abandoned.
I no longer exist. as i did before.

Through the dark, the forest before sunrise...The fresh air, the rain.

Ahead, beyond, the past.

Present. Vicious. Taken.

Useless while I am here. But running, crawling, clawing to fulfillment.

Away.

Suffocated by people who mean well. I'm sorry, but i need to go.

It's been 21 years, and you still make me feel like I am not my own person.

Another year and I will hate you.

Keep it steady till May....that's all.

I just want out.