transfer

I’m really starting to get that itch. You know, for something to happen. And the thing is, I always hang on a lot longer than the other End. And I remember all the things that End has said, has done, has looked.

And worse than this fixation on the past? I obsess about a future, a future that might not be realized. Until I brew it up to a bubbling point, at which I transfer this craziness to reality, to actual, tangible actions that affect actual, tangible people.

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