It's one in the morning and my brain is restless. Of course now that I've decided to start writing I find myself at a loss. An overflow of thoughts keeps me from sleeping, yet tiredness makes structuring thoughts difficult. A dilemma, no?
The word impetus has been stuck in my head lately. Mostly as an attempt to describe what I've been feeling lately. Or the way I've been feeling lately. I'm not sure which is the better way to put it.
Actually it's not the word that's stuck in my head, but a thought:
"I find myself overcome by a strange impetus that I cannot define."
There's something gnawing at the back of my brain. Call it a compulsion, call it unrest, call it discontentment or impetus. It's a feeling that something isn't right. A feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something that I'm not. Or just supposed to be doing something in general.
Actually, it's a frustrating, vague/abstract feeling that I have difficulty translating into words. (And kudos to anyone who can understand the redundancy in that sentence)
... there's more to this train of thought. But sleep finally beckons and I shall head it's call.
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