Motion

Everyday is made up of a new day, a new scenario that necessitates quick thinking and actions.

Everyday moves in an animated kind of way. Fast and speedy.

And before you know it, the day ended preparing for another completely new one.

However, at the same setting. 

And then you take a momentary pause.

Halt.

All the products of the energetic day gradually crawls into your being, starting from your toes up to your knees and trunk and head. Like a disease moving in a caudalocephalic pattern.

Body malaise.

Brain exhaustion.

And you see the world move around you, people passing by you, as if everybody's in chase of something you're not involved with. They're in chase of the marrow of life yet you are stuck in a constant motion. You want to catch up but something's tugging and holding you back. You see people at the peak of conquering adventures, love and life. Yet here you are, looking up at them, patiently waiting for this constant motion to unleash you.

You know you need that release. In an uninhibited manner. Unbounded. Free. 

Sleep. You realize it's the solution.

But sleep doesn't seem to come.

Because tomorrow means avoidance of sleep. 

And you reckon, you cannot take that momentary halt. 

Or, you damage your brain secondary to excessive thinking.

And just admit the inevitable fact that you just have to wait.

Patience. 

Patience.

Patience.

Soon, it will all gush in. 

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I MISS MY OLD LIFE. 

I MISS MYSELF.

I think I have turned into a whole new persona I cannot even recognize myself. 

Um, I think I said that before. Probably it just didn't sink in.