Go

I've suppressed my personality for so long, I forgot what it was like to really live. I forgot the feeling of wildness. It's coming back, albeit slowly. Daily things are getting better, but at the same time, more difficult. I've forgotten the sensitivity- the way things just flood in, overwhelmingly. The fact that I need to be incredibly selective of who I spend time around- what kind of content I let in, what I watch, listen to, eat... It doesn't do any good to explain what it feels like. Either you don't need me to explain it or it wouldn't help. Talking doesn't help. Not about this.

A demand for training. A demand for discipline. It feels good to rev the engine again. A little basic maintenance- clear the cobwebs... I'll take a drive on the highway to really clear the engine. My god, how I look forward to that. A return to that which is most awesome. The demand for balance.

That command. I live for that feeling. To stand in the breeze and know exactly what I've got to do- and why. It's simple. Go. Right there. Do it. Simple, but fuck if it's easy. The most challenging thing I do. The most worthy thing. The most deserving.

Fuck, this feels good. I'll shut up now and just show you.