I’m restless again. Maybe it’s the caffeine I pour into my bloodstream using a gascan and a funnel. Maybe it’s that they’ve been telling me the snow is coming, but the hills are still the same dull brown they’ve been for months. Maybe it’s the lack of exercise.
Whatever it is, I’m having vivid dreams and I can feel a gentle pressure slowly starting to billow inside of me, like steam in a sealed container. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy out here. Everything is going right and something’s wrong. When everything starts to go smoothly and a routine falls into place, I start to get antsy and shifty. Now that I don’t have a busy school schedule, heaps of extra curriculars, and a rambunctious college community to distract me, a sensation is spreading through me like dawn cracking it’s bright shiny rays straight into your sleepy eyeballs. Oh dear sweet rack of lamb…am I one of those ramblers they write songs about?! Will I grow up to be a shiftless wanderer who never settles down and breaks heart all over the world?
Because that sounds AWESOME.
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