Bereft

Where is my rage? Where is the lust for life that has carried me so far, so swiftly, through the life I’ve built?

What is happening to me lately?

Routine, you are my eternal enemy. I cannot fathom allowing myself to sit back to watch life flow by me, uninterrupted, bereft of my ideas and my passion.

Something needs to change. Stat.

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