Everyday I'm more assured that I'm quite done. There's nothing here to pursue anymore and everyday is starting to feeling limited in some sort of way. It's either I can't do it or I just don't want to do it. Nothing beholds the same interest I once had when I first got here, I suppose it's time to move on and find that amount of interest I once had. It's not about the fusses that occurred it's about how no more change can be done. I just need to get away from these roots, settle on new soil and grow.

Cravings Are Never There.

As I stop running to admire the chance I took
I realized that it's slowly slipping
And I'm shocked at  the little grip I have now.
I was quick to move
But slow with my directions.
The thought of not knowing
Sends my head spinning with speculations
If the world stopped and steadily slowed down
And gave me the time
I'd guide my head home to sleep
The constant roar of panic alarms me
But
It's too hard to take it easy
So
I'm done.

Disabling Growth.

Always concealing but never dealing.

I'm not trying to fool you or anyone

Just trying to get away.

I learned it without a peep of wisdom.

Careful

Watch out

Don't

Prevent.

I never learned until I found out myself

And now I know better than you assume

Get over your scary youthful fears

They're getting old

I'm growing 

So just let go

You never taught me in the first place anyways. 

So just let go

We all know what I've done

I've been taking care of myself even before you 

Spoke up.