Floating Flame

Honesty urges me to speak freely. Yes my tolerance has suddenly evaded me. Causing me to question how I can dignify my daily labors every moment of the day. What "glorious inspiration" will force me to crawl from bed tomorrow? Will this desire I secretly keep to see this greed fed community wiped completely from the pages of time grow even more persistent in light of this "glorious inspiration" and what hell awaits me for the thoughts this inspiration seems to harbor?

When did my patience turn to ambivalence?