Tossing, turning. Rolling around.
Wandering thoughts, but nothing particular to think about.
A body filled with energy, a mind looking for challenges.
Thinking about people, the past, the future, the present.
Books. Psychology.
Words that should have been said, and things that should never have been mentioned at all.
More tossing and turning.
A feeling of longing somewhere deep down inside.
Random languages, random people.
Silence.
Darkness.
More silence.
A wish to talk to someone, about life and adventure and crazy politicians.
Breathing deeply.
Jumping on a train to Denmark, flying to Poland, running off to Siberia.
Dreams and reality.
The impossibility of life.
2.08 a.m.
2 comments:
Moi...
I know exactly the feeling(s) you're describing. I've been having a lot of those lately myself...
No moi :)
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