It feels weird — the clock says its 2 AM, but my body feels like its 11:30 AM. It’s not like I didn’t have a long day. In fact, I went home at around 1 AM poring over the pile of work that I know would never lighten.
It feels weird — wanting to do more even though I’ve done my share of work for today. I just feel like there’s so much more to accomplish, so much more to be, and that there is no better time to burn my youth, and to invest my time into something than now.
It feels weird how my mind is buzzing with ideas, how my heart is pumping with excitement, how my feet are so restless.
And yet, when he arrived, all I did was watch Project Runway Season 4 with him.