I need to run but I feel caged.
I need to climb out of this pit to some place high- illuminated and alive.
I’ve just woken up from a month long haze and I can feel the familiar flames of frustration entangling with a driving hunger for something unfamiliar- a thing seemingly just out of my reach.
I hate these fucking chains about my heart, and the half of my mind I perpetually live to fight against. I’m tired of being restricted by flesh- by the weakness and fear that I desire to purge from myself but can neither escape nor indefinitely overpower.
I want out!
I can’t bear to simply exist in this battle anymore.
I’m worn, weary, and resentful of fighting the poison in my mind and body, which wages war against my soul. I seek freedom. So I must continually chase after the glimpse of light that I have seen, and it will never be over-
until I find the endurance to win.