Sirius-ly Lost in the Black

I feel so stressed today, like behind the contemplative exterior there’s just a raging, clawing, never-ending scream on continuous loop, much like the image of Sirius Black maniacally tugging at his chains.

I want to ride ride ride until my muscles ache with the sweet exertion of escape.

I want to box until my breathing is ragged and my body is slick with sweat.

I feel like a caged animal with nowhere to put my energy.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

I’m a ticking time bomb, waiting for enough offence to release my energy in a flurry of words.

I’m exhausted, I’m raging, I’m teetering on a precipice.

I need release, I need routine, I need a cause.