I keep wondering as to why I have become so very utterly restless, behaving as if I were a drug addict craving for the last sniff of the remaining pod. Even though work is available in plenty, my mind seems to be racing ahead of its time trying to find that 'Pit stop' where it can be reguvenated. I have heard people talking about 'sleeping over problems' but, hey! all these philosophical takeaways look beautiful in books and not in reality, right? Nevertheless, I am just waiting for a break, a break where I can take a breather and send myself into 'Slumber'.
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