Ch-ch-ch-changes
I feel like what those suicide bombers must feel before they blow themselves up. Anticipation and anxiousness mixed with a lil bit of doubt in what they're about to do. Except I'm not going to "blow" anything up in the physical sense. What I will accomplish is a change to the existence that I've been living for the past few months.
I'm going to fly an jet plane into the building that is my reality. In the crumbling, burning remains of what was once my recent existence, I will find my way. The outcome will be good or bad or both...
and it's exactly what I need right now.
I'm going to fly an jet plane into the building that is my reality. In the crumbling, burning remains of what was once my recent existence, I will find my way. The outcome will be good or bad or both...
and it's exactly what I need right now.