There comes a time...
Inhale.
There is time to breathe, and it enters my body with a rush and exits slowly, fanning over my skin softly as my arms are crossed over my chest with my head tucked into my chest. It's time to think, to reflect.
I have transformed myself into a person who is more determined, more courageous and more outspoken. This means that I have less patience and that I am not as diplomatic. My tolerance for beating around the bush is simply not available, someone else's stupidity refuses to affect me anymore. If you are headed towards a brick wall, I will simply get out of the way and wait for my cue to hand you a towel to wipe the blood off of your face.
Routine is stressful, more than ever. I am minutes away at hibernating instead of going through the same night seven days a week. My priorities are rearranging themselves and it's cruel, who I'm willing to push aside. And it's heartless, what I'm willing to say to move you out of my way. But saying "please" and "thank you" will not cut it any longer.
The chains around my tongue have broken, I will say what I mean. There is no longer a reason to keep quiet. I'm through with vague silences.
And exhale.
There is time to breathe, and it enters my body with a rush and exits slowly, fanning over my skin softly as my arms are crossed over my chest with my head tucked into my chest. It's time to think, to reflect.
I have transformed myself into a person who is more determined, more courageous and more outspoken. This means that I have less patience and that I am not as diplomatic. My tolerance for beating around the bush is simply not available, someone else's stupidity refuses to affect me anymore. If you are headed towards a brick wall, I will simply get out of the way and wait for my cue to hand you a towel to wipe the blood off of your face.
Routine is stressful, more than ever. I am minutes away at hibernating instead of going through the same night seven days a week. My priorities are rearranging themselves and it's cruel, who I'm willing to push aside. And it's heartless, what I'm willing to say to move you out of my way. But saying "please" and "thank you" will not cut it any longer.
The chains around my tongue have broken, I will say what I mean. There is no longer a reason to keep quiet. I'm through with vague silences.
And exhale.