Restless

For the first time since I came back to Denmark, I'm restless(links to storm)as I become once in a while.
I have felt weird all day, not knowing what to do with myself, I have slept too little and my dreams of last night (that I can't remember) haunt me like little flies that scatter when I reach for them.

I haven't done much today, though I feel full of a nervous energy,  - I managed to cook, watch a couple of movies and make an apple crumble. I ate too much and feel way too tipsy for the two glasses of wine that I had. I feel beside myself, not being able to hit the spot or balance my energy. I would like to go to bed and get up early to do stuff tomorrow but I know I won't be able to sleep. I would love to go out and take a long walk, maybe listening to Sylvian, Einaudi or Eno but that would be giving in to an all-nighter. When I feel like this, once I start doing things, I can't stop.

There's no storm in the air, there's no weird winds to tease my hair and the moon is not full yet, though it's winking its one eye and taunting me through the window. But my symptoms are the usual.

Comments

Annettes space said…
Tjaeh, sådan nogle dagen kender jeg godt. Der er vist ikke andet at gøre end at læne sig tilbage, gøre INGENTING og vente til det går over -- hvad det altid gør. :-))
Monday, March 29, 2010 at 10:31:00 AM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
Hej Annette,
ja der er nemlig intet at goere. Jeg endte faktisk osse bare med at gaa i seng med en bog. Til gengaeld stod jeg tidligt op i dag paa trods af at jeg har fridag. Og har faaet en masse fra haanden allerede. Saa det var godt for noget =). Hav en god dag dèr
Monday, March 29, 2010 at 10:48:00 AM GMT+2
penpal said…
Det er forårets kølige vinde
og luftige løfter
om en sommer
som sjældent kommer
før den er over os
under os
mellem os
fortærer nuet
med springsats
og venstresving
røde lys
og duften af
det der du ved
som den sultne høg
højt over
byttedyre minder
om toppens
forlagte
forlig
Monday, March 29, 2010 at 7:24:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@penpal:
Aah ja, nu om morgenen ser det saadan ud. Men om natten flygter ordene fra mig mens billederne rotter sig sammen om at laegge sig paa lur =). Godt foraarsdigt, tak
Tuesday, March 30, 2010 at 9:39:00 AM GMT+2
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