Restless. Feet drumming. Hurriedly, repetitively, wearing out carpet. Feet want to be elsewhere. There. Anywhere. Don’t know where. Not here. Or maybe here. If it would stop feet drumming.
Mind reeling. The same tune spinning round and round. The monotony breaking it down. And still it plays. Over and over. Can’t keep mind still long enough to figure out what tune.
Can’t keep mind still. Thoughts unfinished. Don’t want to think. Want to think slower. More coherence. Want to think faster. To get on with it. No wasting time on now. The future’s begging to be caught up with. But no movement. Still here in the same place. Feet drumming. Feet still drumming.
Restless heart. Body. Mind. Soul. What else is there? Is it desire? A hidden voice screaming? Too loud to be noticed. Too soft to be ignored. What? What? What? What?
Activity. Will still the mind. And so the body. Can’t concentrate. Spill out and let it be done with. Still itching. Calm down. Breathe slowly. Okay, no more. Try again. Oh oh, can’t account for the past five minutes.
Mind wandered off. And got lost. Thoughts are lost. Not forgetting. Simply no remembrance. How is that possible? Part of me. They can’t just get lost. Can I get lost? Small parts, insignificant parts. How to tell if insignificant. No remembrance. Just slipped away smoothly and stealthily. Didn’t know it was there. Want them back. How to look. What to look for?
Too restless to look. Want to be doing something else. Don’t know what. Anything else than this. Then the other will become this. And will want to do something else. Cycle. Vicious. Got to calm down.
Will calm down. Sooner. Or later. All will be articulate. Structured. Comprehensible. Can get down to living. Making dreams. Breaking dreams. Keeping the restlessness at bay. Something might have been lost. But can’t look now. Don’t know what to look for.
Mind reeling. The same tune spinning round and round. The monotony breaking it down. And still it plays. Over and over. Can’t keep mind still long enough to figure out what tune.
Can’t keep mind still. Thoughts unfinished. Don’t want to think. Want to think slower. More coherence. Want to think faster. To get on with it. No wasting time on now. The future’s begging to be caught up with. But no movement. Still here in the same place. Feet drumming. Feet still drumming.
Restless heart. Body. Mind. Soul. What else is there? Is it desire? A hidden voice screaming? Too loud to be noticed. Too soft to be ignored. What? What? What? What?
Activity. Will still the mind. And so the body. Can’t concentrate. Spill out and let it be done with. Still itching. Calm down. Breathe slowly. Okay, no more. Try again. Oh oh, can’t account for the past five minutes.
Mind wandered off. And got lost. Thoughts are lost. Not forgetting. Simply no remembrance. How is that possible? Part of me. They can’t just get lost. Can I get lost? Small parts, insignificant parts. How to tell if insignificant. No remembrance. Just slipped away smoothly and stealthily. Didn’t know it was there. Want them back. How to look. What to look for?
Too restless to look. Want to be doing something else. Don’t know what. Anything else than this. Then the other will become this. And will want to do something else. Cycle. Vicious. Got to calm down.
Will calm down. Sooner. Or later. All will be articulate. Structured. Comprehensible. Can get down to living. Making dreams. Breaking dreams. Keeping the restlessness at bay. Something might have been lost. But can’t look now. Don’t know what to look for.
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That's a most beautiful 'slice of life'. Kudos!
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lol. Bhavv, that was really funny.
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