this was inevitable.

it's the deja vu that i've had so often 

that it never makes me awestruck

or dumbfounded,

that, "wow. this is the in-between" dialogue never runs through my head.

i wonder when i'm going to be unable to present you with anything new,

anything to keep you interested

because this is my deepest fear.

this would be much easier if i knew where i wanted to go from here.

i have spent most of my life initiating,

always doing.

why would i stop now?

i can't give you an answer to this,

but something is telling me to let it happen.

maybe i always made my fate

instead of allowing it to consume me.