How much longer do I need to carry the facade on one end, and yet have no where to release all the tension on the other? The suspense killed me, the impatience buried me, the pretence slaughtered me, the heart ended me.
Tell me again, why there should be, or could be, or would be anything at the end of this road worth waiting for?
I stood up against tyranny today to completely be appeased.But restless I remained. I need to get moving soon before it rains hell-fire. Perhaps, the sign is given and the flare is lit: it's almost time.
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