i burst at the seams with want but in the end my adversity to effort and caring confine me to my self induced isolation
my heart hurts with the desire to be more. i want to go out while the sun is still in the sky and read books under the sun. i want to fall in love and be loved. i feel my soul and my atoms rot trapped in the shell of myself while i waste away within these walls. i cant bring myself to be up before noon. one day, when my bones are brittle and my health is poor, i will look back at my most formative years of my youth and wonder what held us back from our one chance of truely living.
