Can't stop thinking about it. Literally, when I have nothing else to think about, it comes to mind on its own. It's trying to persuade me to take action. Maybe it's the body, maybe it's the mind, maybe it's both. What I do know for sure is that its cries are getting harder to ignore, and that it pays no heed to reason or circumstance.
Not now, not for a while. Perhaps not ever, but hopefully not.
It's all just a matter of finding good distractions. Of course, it would probably help too if I spent my 2.45am nights sleeping instead of being awake and susceptible to sudden attacks of introspection.
