I'm beginning to feel feelings that are all too familiar
both welcome and unwelcome.
It's nearly 11 pm and I have the sudden urge to go on a walk.
I wish I could, but there's no way anyone would let me
It's dark, it's late, and I'm a girl (sometimes I regale myself with thoughts of what my life would be like as a male).
And I fear it in a small way that seems to grow with every thought.
There's no snow to hide me.
I already went on two walks today
two and a half hours
and an hour and a half...
and I need another one. Right now
But I can't.
But I need it.
My brain feels tingly.
I don't like it.