Did you ever feel...I don't know, non-essential? Not worthless but...uncultivated, unfulfilled?
I think I need to die.I think the husk I've become needs to be stripped to its green shoot. I'm sounding delerious, I know, but I'd love to be innocent again, a sapling's son...
Yeah, you do sound philosophic, like a B-movie slasher before he does the deed.
I'm evil. I've wasted my potential.
Ok, in what way?
I've lost the urge to live well.
You're tired. Or depressed. Caught between worlds between jobs between loves. There's nothing to draw you outside yourself.
I'm not a pioneer.
My God, who is? What worlds are really left to conquer? How can anything be undiscovered twice?
I've done the same thing too long, haven't I? I've mastered passion till it hissed on ice. I've castrated my adventures for a damn job. I've learned to worry and forgot to fight.
Time to explore other venues, then. Be the first to discover something pure you've never thought of doing.
My blood's been tingling far too often to wonder why I never smile.
Too much stress.
Too much worrying after death.
Ok, now I'm tired.
We both are.