Inexhaustible ennui
Boredom that eats away at you
Fear that I will lose my job
Fear that someone I love(d) will betray me
Go from love to loved
But one can't see light without dark.
The gross discomfort of growth pales in comparison to the pain of staying the same,
Alone in a crowd of people,
What will it take to become a part of the group?
When people are astute
Enough to see when you are not yourself
