Ousted, and I don't like where this is going now. I will fall back on old crutches in an attempt to fill voids. When I am most bankrupt I must be entertained, to pass time and the pain. Something is broken now. I no longer have any will to entertain with my conflict. Short of breath, but not from witnessing any sort of glory; rather, from my own weakness and fragile frame. I demand perfection but do not dare and strive to achieve it in myself. I have only seen myself once, and it slept soundly. I have chosen to keep everyone at an arms length, but you defy. I have the taste for blood, but I am not a hunter. Easily distracted by too many details. My faith in patience wanes. I will fill my head with worst case scenarios that dominate. Something is broken now. The great disconnect that is my burden. It creates a void that threatens my resolve.