Sometimes the only thing keeping you from jumping, is the pile of laundry you've been too busy to do. There is something inside all of us that says, "jump." No matter how blue the sky, or how fresh the air, "jump."
We live for the mundane. We exist for sales, grand-openings, anniversary's, check lists, and sharpied X's in our calendars. We are all Vampires of Society, feeding off the spilled blood of others. Puncturing the innocent, and turning them into more victims of the cycle. Too afraid to step out into the light of reality. Slowing down the inevitable, only though darkness, and tragedy. Everyone hopes to live on through the passionate, but the passionate are only hoping it'll become real, and they seldom live in their own time, for fear of it.