Restlessly monitoring my self-indulgent terror.

Sitting and thinking, tired of the idea of “thinking too much”.

What is that instinct that tells me that some kind or form of

destiny is pulling me somewhere?

Why do I feel it so strongly

and then to find that nothing happened.

I’m tired of myself.

Tired of the confusing contradictions.

Tired of the same patterns. Continue reading “10/29/17”