THE CRACKS IN MY ARMOR

I got tired of suiting up so one day I walked out without my armor.I got tried of being safe, it felt to comfortable and some times I just want to squirm in my seat, that's why I always liked change. The sick feeling in my stomach reminding me that I am alive, I get thrills from being in a situation I can't get out of. (not a bad one) I got tried of lugging around that tons of bullshit that only slowed me down from where I wanted to be. So the cracks that lay on the armor doesn't matter because I discarded it on the floor.