Unrest
Everything is in a state of unrest. I feel a cold tickling the back of my throat. Just a tickle, but ominous. I sleep at night, but my days feel as though I have stayed awake. My eyes look tired. My body is rundown. The move weighs on my mind. I know that I can do it, but it continues to weigh on my mind despite my self-reassurances. My soul is dehydrated, stir-crazy until the thirst is quenched. The tornadoes of last week speak to the chaos in my life. To an extent I know how to start to work towards peace. But, for the first real time in my life, I am without answers. I guess I'll just start and hope that solutions present themselves. All this makes me realise what a control freak I am. Not about things, but of situations. Oh, for peace!