I feel alone. I know I’m not – my friends are waiting for my call, my parents sleeping next to my room – but I still feel it. I’ve been up all night, my head searching for answers long after I decided to changel the way i sleep and try for restful sleep. I’m still waiting for it to give up and get the idea that there really aren’t any. No answers, I mean. No sense. I can’t work it out. It’s a bit like those TV games (when it comes into some random conversation) but still continues to evade your best efforts. The harder you try to force the thought the further it slips out of reach. Near enough to taunt you and stick out its tongue in a childish fashion, but far enough to slip from your mind’s grasp ensuring you never get to giving it a trusty butt-kick for being so rude. It’s always the way that the naughty games will return to you, perhaps at work when you least expect it. It’s always the way. Will the answers I am searching for be the same?
I hope not.
