Inner Workings of a Clock that's Stopped Ticking

The First part of "The Plan"

My plan isn't to go to parties every weekend and try to make a memory that I'll soon forget, it's to educate myself and to take in every scrap of knowledge I possibly can. My plan is to be 23 with an apartment in a city three blocks from where I work. My plan is to be by myself because I love myself before anyone else. I'm selfish like that. I have been and I always will be.

My plan is to be powerful. I want to be a commanding force when I enter a room. I want someone to look at me and be afraid to point their finger because they would have no idea what to say to me if I even glanced their way. I want to be a beacon of wisdom to someone that needs a little guidance because I know where they're coming from. I need to make it out of my town if I have any shot at The Plan. It's non negotiable. I can't go back, not because I'll get stuck there, but because I will be cuffed and caged. Being trapped in a box has never been something I was good at. Staying still is something I was never good at. I can't wait for life to start so that I can truly love and get to experience the world. Wanderlust has me in its grip and isn't showing any sign of letting me loose. Oddly enough I have no desire to free myself because travel itself and life itself can be very freeing if you let yourself live for you.