July 13, 2010
Empire Beach, MI
I think I may have restless brain syndrome.
RBS.
The constant wondering and thinking and hypothesizing. Never a moments peace in my own head.
I abhor over-thinking, compromising.
The need to get over every single thought, idea, concept... it gets overwhelming.
Discontentment knocks on my door once again. I am uneasy and on guard, and I can't understand why.
I can't even give an accurate name or description to this feeling. It probably doesn't even have one.
What I'm writing are only mere fragments of what I want to describe.
Nadine once said that she wished there could be this universal language that every single being understood completely.
Like in dreams, where everything makes sense for some reason, no matter how bizarre or surreal. This ...ability wouldn't even need explanation or conscious comprehension as to why everything was so known and accepted. It would just be.
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