Affordance from Loom by Frameworks

Will I always have this same innate impatience following me around wherever I go.
Living in impulse's personal prison, following me around wherever I go.

My human nature has always had its flaws. 
Impressions to steal and rob you your own.
Where a thousand pleasures never add up
to compensate for one single loss.

Is it in my
lack of patience 
where most things start 
losing significance. 

Or my lack of
participation 
where most begin to
lose their locations. 

The webs we weave,
outlines in white.
Shaping our ideas of paradise. 

Crossings the wires 
tied to my wants,
so they all route the same.
Until I'm not sure where I'll be.

• Post-Hardcore
• Punk
• Gainesville