a familiar restlessness
creeps into focus
on the periphery
of my consciousness
edging it's way into existence
slowly slyly shifting
it draws near, draws nigh
frustrating in it's insistence
exciting in it's promise
mysterious in it's intent
curious in it's purpose
that feeling
once cured with idle wantonness
and lustful pursuits
now merely uncurable restlessness
frustrated boredom
where do i go from here
so tired of saying i don't know
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