ramble on

Restless and nostalgic. And I find myself inspecting the thoughts that are surging through my head, taking over my perception of what's really happening. I find myself wondering what the point is, wondering what difference does it make? It's a "put one foot in front of the other" kind of world, and I don't have any other option. I remember a time when I believed there was no time-stamp - that the moments that felt infinite would always come and go, and that I never had to worry about it ending. I remember a time when I really believed what I said out loud. I now find myself questioning the words that seamlessly stream from my lips. Sometimes my thoughts seem so far-fetched that even I can't grasp their meanings. Even this, these words I write - don't seem to add up. My head is full, and I'm not sure I remember how to empty it anymore. Mumble Mumble Mumble.