Every now and then a restlessness comes over me.

And I can’t concentrate.

And the world gets a little dull.

And my mind wanders into a space of emptiness.

And I begin to search; to stare outside the window, seeing nothing; to look into people as they walk past, trying to imagine their inner most fears; to pick up a book, only to have to put it down; to read a poem, only to find myself unsatisfied by its end; to lie on the floor of my condo, music blaring, letting words, notes and harmonies envelope me, only to feel disconcerted.

And I wonder does anyone else ever feel this way?