cliche for thought
I'm tired. Just tired. I can't tell if its being restless, or impatient, or the fact that I have no idea what's coming. It's that feeling you get, when you're looking at your bookshelf but can't find anything you want to read, or while browsing through your music, but can't find the song to suit your mood. It's all there, but you don't seem to want any of it. Or the times you lie in bed, rolling over, trying to think of anything else but what's on your mind. But for some reason, your heart is pounding and sleep won't come and you can't stop it.
Something needs to change. Now.
Something needs to change. Now.