Feeling introspective...

I must be overtired, overwhelmed, or just overly critical. It's times like these that I tend to look inward, and although I can't put my finger on it, there is something just beyond my reach that gnaws at me. It's that little feeling like you've left your keys somewhere, but haven't noticed it yet. The anticipation of the inevitible catastrophe waiting around the corner. Funny how crawling into bed in the dark seems to be the logical deterrent for what looms. As if the passing of time staring at the ceiling will ward off the anxious feeling, when it really enables it to grow and fester, fuled by the random thoughts of an idle mind. Hours later the first rays of light creep in from the sliver of space at the top of the curtains, and the feeling finally slips away.

.......The slate is washed clean.