I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of being forgotten.
There’s so much to write and so little desire to say it all…
I wake up everyday wondering when it all comes together, the day where i see the light and can make the plans again.
Its been a year since I threw away the old plans, and it went by in a flash. Im in a better place now, but at what cost? I have no time for a life and no time for the people in that life. I’m not even sure why Im pushing them away so hard.
I’m not really even pushing, I’m lingering. Its such a slower end.
My boss asked me what was wrong, because I have changed so dramatically in the past month, and I wanted to tell him that its because I’m peaking, and it’s too soon and for the wrong achievements. I’m growing impatient and restless, this cant be the highest I can climb, there has to be more and there has to be more soon. I have to find a new goal and pursue it with all that I am.
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