unsettled and restless.
Sitting still, silently and uncomfortably for five hours is really far too long in one's head.
The need for conversation and banter can be a blessing, yet a curse in disguise.
Silences emphasises my endless space of creative clutter inside my head;
unproductive and unused.
It highlights the annoyances of others around me;
screaming children and sickly romantic and organised couples.
It gives time to question insurmountable things about life;
my future and my fears.
It makes me feel completely alone;
despite the company that I'm with.
Worst of all, it makes me revel in the nervousness I have;
the return to London
sadness of an ending holiday
work worries
...
the list goes on.
All of this... nonsense, would simply fade away with some idle chitchat.
For once, I wish my crave for conversation would cease to bring me some craved inner peace.
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