So maybe we need a break...

It's a funny thing, how it takes nearly earth-shaking developments to get me up off of my ass to write again. So here we are, two days from five years, and suddenly we need a break. Time apart. I can't wrap my mind around the implications ominously fluttering below the surface of the dinnertime conversation from mere hours ago. A break. Time out. Putting it on hold. I guess I've walked myself into this, with my big dreams of school and a career and a purpose. I must be a complete moron to have thought it would go any other way. There may be a purpose for me, but is it really worth this? Was it ever? What do I do with this rot in my chest that keeps infecting my mind?

Inner

It's been a long time.
Yeah, I know.
Where've you been?
Around, and around some more. I nearly feel as though I've lived, even.
Well, what brings you back to these parts?
Not sure... perhaps I finally have something to say again.
Is perhaps even good enough?
Well, it never got in my way before.