Restless

 I get restless when I know I have overstayed my welcome. I itch for adventure, a new challenge that will inspire or cause some mischief. As of late, I crave it more. The unknown causes me to spiral, push boundaries, apply for jobs and careers, and date the men I know will give me a reason to want more. 

As of right now, that's exactly what I am doing. 

Wanting more.

Needing more. 

Craving more. 

What stops me is the restraints of life.

I want to break free, I may. I like the fight. The foreplay of the prologue, twisting, turning, I am the author of this story. It's time for my next chapter. 

 The unattainable are the most desirable. 

The unattainable dreams, goals, people. They make you work that much harder. We push ourselves beyond breaking points just to be in the ambiance of what we recognize as the phenomenal. 

I fight harder, I become bolder, I have so much more to give, knowing all I want is everything.