I feel that I may need to dance this out. My lungs need to crack and break until I can feel that fresh reality of pain or newness seep so deeply into my veins that I have that moment in which I look back at the old stagnancy and sigh a huge sigh of relief that I am no longer dwelling in what was.
I am antsy.
I am dissatisfied.
I am horribly bored.
Mostly though, I'm just done with this. And I don't even know what this is.