Bursting Forth

I feel like I'm about to burst, mentally and physically and emotionally and spatially.

My body is restless. It yearns for sleep but is too agitated to take any offering of it. I'm at once exhausted and hyper, a sickening combination.

My spirit is restless. Waco is confining and I need to just break free of it. Houston had a loop I could drive and not end up anywhere. Peace in 45 minutes. Solitude of being in control of a direction and solace of not being lost. All roads would lead back to the beginning. If I drive too far here I become lost. There isn't enough driving. I'm suffocating.

My mind is restless. The semester is dwindling down and there isn't enough cognition to finish everything. Concentration is difficult and motivation is scarce. Names and theories swirl in my head but I'm faced with busy work instead of synthesis. Classes that I enjoy last longer and classes I don't like never seem to end.

My soul is restless. Questions about the future permeate my being. Old fears surfacing beneath my skin. I'm searching for answers to questions that I don't know how to begin to ask.