221B or not 221B,
That is the question.
Whether it is nobler to live with a high-functioning sociopath or continue on my own,
I know not.
Do I continue to suffer in my small, average flat,
Haunted by memories of the war and a blank blog?
Or do I take a leap of faith,
and jump into danger and adventure once more?
Both options are extremely different.
So what am I compelled to lean towards?
Toward a promise of safety and monotony?
Or toward a promise of adventure and freedom?
I can't hold back from the prospect of an adventure,
of the blood once again pulsing through my veins
Yes, the war may change people,
But it didn't change me.