around the edges
Chomping at the bit...
Restless, searching.
Seeking stimulation of the parts of my mind that fill me...
My pleasure center sits empty, like a rec center in the summer... Abandoned for bike rides and dips in the lake.
I want to grab a stranger (or a friend) and run away into the night, start over, forget everything else exists... (except my family)
I have it all, but I want more.
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