Getting Lost

You know, it's bizarre how lost I get in the day-to-day. Every motion, every step, every sight that I take in for the millionth time. It becomes suffocating.

And so it's hard to break down certain walls that need to fall. Those walls are holding me back from the imagination I know I have. They keep me quarantined in my routine mediocrity.

I am all or none. Either I will portray this character or not. I refuse to show you half of a vision, a creation. And not for my benefit, not for Dustin's, but for them. Those who were there, who lived and died there, then.

They are the one's I need to get lost in. For them, with them.