Every yawn is a sign.
Every cynical or snide remark is a road map away from here.
Everything is another new tick at my temple.
And I'm so easily bored.
Where's my grand adventure? You said we'd be there by now.
Every sigh brings me closer to an edge, because edges lead somewhere new and new is exciting and exciting is the opposite of this.
Standing on this edge, the bottom is so far away. And what does 'hitting rock bottom' mean, anyway? To us, nothing. Maybe it's another lesson in relativity.
