I've been staring at a blank slate for the entire day, not knowing what to say to myself. What is on my mind? I wouldn't even know. Does anything bother me? Not necessarily. I feel complacent for the first time in a while.
Almost a bit too much at peace. It probably stems from a boredom. Didn't even leave the house today, did nothing, and yet still took a nap for two and a half hours, hoping I'd be awaken by the rumbling thunder. Yet even the forecast let me down.
There is a part of me that wants so much to chronicle every thought, every moment of sheer happiness I feel. There is another part of me that wants to fulfill every waking moment with something worthwhile. It's almost as if I want a new semester to start back up once more; I know myself well enough to understand that I was built for the busy life. Sure, laziness will always prevail and I will want to strap myself in bed every once in a while, but what I crave deep down is constant motion. A feeling of being right at the point of failure, just so I am able to bring myself back up again.
I wanted to visit the city with a friend so I could show him my favorite spots. I like taking my good friends out to the hidden parts, the places most people walk past without a second glance. Yet the city holds many places like that, I think it's just the memories I've attuned to them that make them extra special.
My life is at a complete standstill. I have nothing else to say.
P.S. - Sudden memory of walking through IKEA flooded my mind. The sound of the Newark airport's jets flying above the glass-plated cafeteria, my mother reprimanding me for not touching the boiled carrots on my plate, the overwhelming sound of the rumbling ball pit as I slide right into it. Too many thoughts coincide, and I wish I was twelve years old again.
