Mundanity will be the death of me.
It seeps like a venom into my veins, slowing my heart beat and numbing my senses. I’m tired of the context, the excuses and the waiting. In a world of habitual repetitive acts, I dare you to put things out of order. Cast light on to muddy shadows. Cross the line and say what you know they’re all thinking. It is a rebellious act to honor yourself in a world that profits from your self-doubt. Sharpen your dull tongue and exercise your vision for truth. Dream fast and live honestly.