Restless...

Breathing in and out, moving from room to room, frantically searching everywhere, the huffs and puffs, staying alert without even batting an eyelid through these nights, tiring yet so brisk to keep looking forward, visuals, random scribbles, at times talking within ourselves, making conversations happen every now and then, rehearsing for a meet at the earliest, err... just few hours ago the sun went down and in few minutes it is about to rise again. Oh my... I am restless.

Yet another day has gone past and I am still so restless. It is just getting increasingly tougher to just stay calm and composed. I can sense you. I can feel you. I can even see you. I can literally walk with you. I can do it all but, when I open my eyes, I do realise I am still restless. Make sure you wear a collared apparel when you meet me. I have some serious questions to ask holding on to your collar(s).

When will I eat again? When will I sleep again? When will I be normal again? When will I.... Oh my.... I am restless. This cannot happen. And, why did it happen still? Alright, I am sitting and waiting for time to answer. Why can't it be like Interstellar where they land on a different planet for once and find time is faster than what it is on Earth? If you knew this coming, why didn't you send me to that particular planet so that I could have gone ahead in time and seen what was this all about?

Cutting across the never-ending thought process, I just take time to realise that it was me who promised to never leave and I take ample time to reaffirm that I am very much here with you. Once again, I dance my fingers on this keypad and it keeps flowing on and on. Madness, this is. Restless, I am. 

Enough. Come on. Walk me. Let it not be the walk with your words. Let it be hidden safely denying access to my treasure. This time, walk me in person. Come on. Get up, get moving, come, let's take a casual walk with storm clouds lining up above, lightning lighting the way and the evening breeze from the sea soothing the day's strife, and you holding my hands and let us just walk, forgetting our birthdays. Oh my.... I am restless.

I just saw Alan Walker searching for Atlantis in an abandoned industrial area. We met and decided to stay focused on searching for what we were looking for. For me, it is you and for Alan it is Atlantis. Well, even I have a song to sing like "Faded". I sing the song composed by you. Yes. Your Psalm. Come and play the music. It is fine even if I sound like Shrek singing.

I summoned all fairy tale creatures to find you. I somehow even managed to go back till Ice Age to see if you took off on a vacation. What? Is this all a toy story? Definitely yes, if I keep my eyes closed and think harder. Absolutely not if I open my eyes and still find myself just.... Restless.

It is dawn. Wake up. Will you? It is time for walking, cycling, jogging, biking, hiking, trekking, and yes, even talking and hogging. You have taken enough space and time for yourself. Now, it is time to just wake up and moving with me. Planning to do the "Up, Jump and Run, eh?". 

This guy, Hans Zimmer. I would like to ask him to keep composing such beautiful music, for, did it make me relaxed? Heck. No! It only makes me more restless. Still, if we go by the classic, "everything has a limit" philosophy, I want him to make me reach the heights and limits of restlessness and get rid of this phase and find you and climb onto you. My Everest!!!

Bubbles \(^_^)/  Oh, I am restless.-rPhoenix