Fed up with guilt pressing upon the crevices of my heart and mind as I fight for freedom from collective numbers and academic constraints.
Fed up with duty. Life wasn't made to be a series of actions and consequences.
Fed up with routines. Forget the mindless stepping stones of progress and business. Embrace the real stuff: the pain, the sorrow, the relief, the joy that can't be described in a piece of paper that says "Graduated."
Fed up with longings that aren't fulfilled. I trust the Plan that's bigger.
Fed up with shame that beats the heart into submission. Weight on the heart becomes exhausting. Let it be.
Fed up with "lack of." Ready to see an abundant and active force in every crevice, crack, and prison in this town.
Fed up with service. Need intimacy that squeezes the lists out of me.
Fed up with "do." Ready for "know."
Let's stop the acts. Let's start the relationships.
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