the feeling of wanting what you already have just more, just different, just better, just fairer. surviving not living because you’re on standby waiting for the chance, waiting for peace not just monotony. time moves so achingly slow and fast when you’re not experiencing it but rather being dragged through. avoiding temptation wears so thin that the smallest glimpse of a consequence-free opportunity has you throwing all the restraint you’ve been gripping desperately away.
