rutledge

I feel this rippling, bursting urge all coiled tight beneath too-taught skin. Perhaps it is this feeling of change that spurs my need. This obsessive desire to rip and rend my soul's desire, and being the catlyst I know has started.

For too long have I been a fracture, a half-truth of myself. For too long have I trained for what I need and not for what I want... for too long, far too long.

My hands ache, my mind reels... the partitions fall and I remember why I chose this life and yet...