Titles are Overrated

Part 73

Sometimes,

I am still.

Quiet.

And then I realise,

somewhere within my thoughts

that I am not living

the way I want to. 

There is a whole

other life

waiting for me.

I want it so badly,

but it's so far.

It consumes me,

stirs inside

until my heart beats harder,

and I grow restless 

with rage.

I want things to be different -

but I don't have

the power to change.

I'm afraid to. 

sticking my own head in the guillotine