I need more.
I\'m hungry for a story that the past can\'t bring me.
I realize now how sheltered I was.
Simple plots, quick resolutions, mere minutes long.
It\'s not enough anymore, it no longer fits who I am.
I\'ve changed.
I need intense ideas, something to make me feel.
Maybe even something that can make me cry.
Anything to release the pent up emotion behind the blandness that\'s consumed me.
I need darkness.
And after I get it and soak it in for a while,
Maybe the light won\'t burn so much.