Compromised

I'm just so tired of not being able to appreciate blank paper. I'm tired of filling out the silence. I'm tired of riding the highway to something that can be at the very least considered "worthy" in the future. I cannot breathe in these moments, and I am feeling less of myself these days. I miss having fire burn in my belly, and having that fire radiate that people can't help but desire me. I have emotionally prepared myself not to expect anything this year, but at the same time add some spice to the relationship I should have been nurturing in the first place-my relationship with myself.