I need a break.

Not in the way of a KitKat.

The way of survival type of fight.

The binary choice of me or the enemy.

Until only one of us is standing.

At least until I am not the one being broken.

***

My enemy is not necessarily a person.

It is a concept.

Aspect.

Fragment.

Choice.

Wrapped around my neck like mistletoe.

***

I need to unwind.

Break free and find an end.

Before I lose the end entirely.

Before my vitality is drained.

So I can have a purpose beyond survival.

Before I lose myself.