Tonight is a night that is empty of words. At least it feels that way to me. I have no words of wisdom, or sage advice, nor does it seem this night there are any out there who truly need to hear any of the ramblings of this broken down old man. Tonight is a night where I just feel.... something.
Yeah I said something....
I honestly don't know what I feel.... Weary, tired, happy sad, dissapointed, excited and overjoyed... Like I said... Something.
There is so much going through my head, and yet it seems like my mind is empty of anything of merit. I have this drained empty feeling that has me looking to understand, knowing there is nothing to understand... It just is.... That something.
I hate feeling like this. It's not even that sense of pending, that waiting for the other shoe to drop sensation. It's all just there, and then again not... this elusive and hidden something.
Perhaps I am just tired. I've been sleeping at odd times, and for odd intervals. Last night I was in bed by midnight, and awake by 4:30 only to fade out at 10 and nap for a couple of hours I totally am pissed off I took. It feels like at this rate I'm never going to reset my body clock... But is it fould from something outside, or within... What is the source of that something?
There are times I hate that word. Like it's supposed to explain everything and nothing at the same time. It refers to that undefined thing outside of explanation... "We don't know what it is sir... It's just a something."
Bah!
