Reckless Breathes Like Freedom

I feel trapped sometimes, I run myself into walls until I can’t move anymore.

At this point, my reaction is usually something along the lines of “BURN IT ALL DOWN.”

Leave nothing behind. Scrap it all.

Burn it down and do something else. Something completely different.

I sit there and try to make things work, until “making things work” feels like “breaking everything”, until I look around and I feel like there’s nothing to salvage. There’s nothing worth bringing forward.

I know, on some level, that…this is probably not a good strategy.

But driving away from burning wreckage feels like being able to breath for the first time in living memory. And it feels addictively close to being in control.

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