Restlessness

For the third day in a row, I am struck with a strange restlessness. A feeling of needing to do something, but being unable to figure out what.

So I go. Outside. Staff-twirling, reading, biking, walking the streets. None of them works.

Everything is so, so wrong. And yet, the most right it has ever been. In its proper place, yet so out of it.

Again, I guess this is what it feels to be too much ahead of yourself.