pause. read. enjoy. move on.

this is a house, and i reside here. here lives hope, right beside fear. i’m just another insomniac disturbed by rest, another bulemic just trying to digest. i can’t shake this feeling that i was meant for more, it preys on my emotions and vibrates to my core. held back by nothing, still i’m going nowhere, asphyxiating on this abundance of fresh air. i am a king in a peasant’s livery, a savior, waiting for someone to deliver me. disillusioned by my potential, all that i could be, blinded to what i can see, by what i should see. i’m just waiting for the right door of opportunity, while everyone around me is turning their own key. did i wait too long, or should i wait for the next one, is it just ripe, or has it been overdone? the time is right, and there it goes, one thing is true, time never slows.