Learning about yourself
Learning about yourself sucks.
Your shadows grow with you as well.
The steps get bigger, equating the athletic gain of your abilities.
You know why you feel one way or the other but your brain also learns that you know and it kicks your ass at the emotional chess.
Then, I lose patience with myself and free fall to places I know quite well.
The same chair, the intrusive bullshit, the unbearable waiting.
Sleep therefore worry.
Change therefore injure.
Dream therefore anticipate.
Go to hell, madman.
Let me be.