Two years in, Three more to go

I just realized today that it's almost been two years since being away from home. Still it's agonizing to think that there's still 3 more July's to come. To be honest with myself I'm actually counting down the time I have left, the years, months, days, hours, minutes and even seconds I have signed off to that squiney contract. Every heart beat is the ticking of seconds, subconsciously I quietly tell myself "it almost over, the fakes, the unhappiness, the unnecessary drama, the hollows, the workaholics, the lies and stupid worthless knowledge." Insanity might just be our only salvation.

"He makes no promise to himself, for they are easily broken, shattered and abused. Just like a burnt out cigarettes he will dispose of the promise he made to a piece of paper."

At this point in life I'm trying really hard to gasp for air.