It's 11 30 at night and I can't sleep. Almost 12 00, and by then, I probably won't be dreaming either. I thought I'd be out hard tonight, after walking God knows how many miles. Instead, I'm laying here, sticky from the humidity and grime that couldn't be washed after even a hundred showers. Filled with this energy growling and barking at me.
It's this way, sometimes. I have this insatiable urge (usually at night) to run, swim, move, and I can't act on it. If it happens during the day, I ignore it and read or watch movies and feel miserable about everything. Even if I did bike to town or swim, I'm not strong enough to release all this energy, is usually the argument.
So instead it strikes at night. I'm left here, tired but restless, cursing everything.
