“It becomes complicated when phases of living is so sacred. Every day it is easier to cloak oneself in this dissolute culture, hindered by the dense aptitude cycle. Even I buy into it, consequently, I am left with this deep desire to leave. But going means I would not be fulfilling something else, among the other things I have yet to cease. Another attribute I am working on. I need, not to feel constrained, bound, refrained from what should be emancipating. Just a moment. A sweet, sweet freeing deep breathe, only to let out quickly because, well, because of reminders of long obligations and screw ups. My own misfortunes, consequently. Evidently, the susceptible empath.”
“Try not to think so much, darling.”
“What keeps you...?”
“Whsikey.”
I needed a muse less prone to inhibit my motor skills.
stempleton
