The Pull

I feel the pressure.
Do you? 

It's not a crippling soul-crush. It's not a lurching gravitational pull. It isn't heard booming through a megaphone. It's not eclipsing the entire outside world. 

But I can feel it, almost always.
Do you? 

It's like a whisper: soft and playful—though not without urgency. It's a child who longs for his father to and come out and play. Maybe you'd say it's nagging, but the truth is you're never annoyed with it. You're only ever upset with yourself for ignoring it.

I hear this child calling—gently tugging at the base of my skull through my waking hours.
Do you?

It tells me to move. It asks me to dance. It wants us to create. It wants to dump all the nonsense that we both know is nonsense. It wants to wake up and take one small, interdimensional step to live in a new reality, where things are just brighter.

I feel the pull. I feel the need for change. I feel the constant nudge to choose something new.

How about you?