something has to give
Sometimes you're oblivious to how much tension has built up inside you until it starts to split your skin open.
Sometimes it's only when you begin waking up that you realize how far you've fallen behind.
A lethal stew of boredom and disappointment and cynicism is bubbling inside my leathery exterior, a restless desperation that will either lead to grand creative feats or another soul-battering round of trouble.
But things can't stay the same. Something has to give. I can feel it. I can taste it. I've been flatlining for too long.
I think I'll go jump off a building and try to fly.
