End of August, I itch.
I itch to become, something, anything.
I feel stale and dusty. I have been stuck in the same place far too long.
And while its simple to think that it is a physical place that's been holding me back, its not. That place is my head, my mindset, my disposition, my...whatever.
My mind is backwater, my body waterlogged in it, desperate to be swept away by a current that doesn't exist.


Yet, I still live.
And when I take a step back and look at my life, I see that it is brimming with potential.
I am not tied down by anything.
I have any and all opportunity to do whatever the fuck.
But it's the whatever that nags at me - it could be anything. I don't have the faintest idea where to start.

Whatever perhaps best describes it all.
I feel like a great unimposing, uniteresting, inspid whatever. 
Oh wait, I know exactly -
- like this: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯