Waiting to exhale...

It's been building up for too long, now. I've been holding back this frustration of stagnation, waiting to exhale. There are times when this cage of repetition begin to eat away at my soul. I am a creature of change, a product of beginnings which is unwillingly chained to securities and routines meant to pave the future. I refuse to see life through a haze of mediocrity and securities. I will be damned if I die old and safe instead of young and full of life. I'm tired of being told to be safe...

I want to fucking LIVE.

Give me life, give me possibilities and the uncertainties of adventure. Let me survive by a single thread so I may experience what it is in this world that makes it worth exploring.