Am I a volatile soul?
I feel the discomfort hanging on my heart strings. I'm antsy without anticipation.
But my distaste, it manifests in confusing complacency. Clenching a heavy malnourished heart I'll ask, "do I yell now?"
I am the most conservative dare-devil you've ever met. In a punch of original sin I take lethargy to dizzying depths. The tiny thread that tapes me together ties me down, too weak to break the knot.
A thread, Daniel? Just a thread? No, not weak. Too tentative. Too scared that if you flex you'll fall apart.
SO!? So what! You're a marble monument of a nobody. Fall apart.
If not:
What do you really want out of life, then?
...Do you want anything out of life?
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