Ready To

Say so? Do you mean it, though? I ask.. what's life when you accept torment to be normal? As if the delusion I've created with the illusion of love. Like it was just in my imagination. I know I'm the God of creation, but it feels like I'm battling the God of devastation. Feelings couldn't even have translation. Equal forces pacing daily as if we're in control. How could I say we. Maybe one day. I can finally say I'm ready. Ready to go. Leave the only place I've ever called home. We might be on the same page, but it's an entirely different sentence.