Brewing

I'm climbing the walls, coming out of my skin.

No real reason. At least not outwardly. Or something obvious, evident, clear.

Something is brewing within me, deep inside, where things tear apart the fabric of my existence.

I've been through so many changes the last few years, I fear I cannot take another right now. I don't see any way to avoid it. How can I avoid something from within?

I'm waiting for change. I see it on the horizon, regardless of my wishes for peace, calm and serenity. Change still lurks just beneath the surface.

Ready or not, I'll take it, stay on course, and grow.

But Jesus Fucking Christ, I would sure love a break.