Procrastinate Much?!

A decade and a half has come and gone. The internal wildfire is now glowing embers. As the dream distorts, the seed remains strong...

This insatiable need to see this dream through is terminal. It has to happen or the ending will be abruptly painful and the consequences will spread like disease...

My chest is heavy and my feet, boulders... My head expands to fill every suffocating environment I find myself in. I can be amongst a stadium of people and still feel alone. My only companion is the nagging story that's yet to be performed on... Finished...

I don't think I'm selfish for needing this because every dream involves pursuit. All choices require some sacrifice and I'm willing to bet it all even if my reward is failure. I'm confident the attempt can satisfy...

Not sure where I'm going but I needed to vent for this chaos is exhausting. Not being able to communicate this mental traffic reveal tears at the most inappropriate times...