Buzzing

That buzzing feeling inside. I can feel it in my arms, all the way to my finger tips. I can feel it in my legs, all the way to my toes. It makes it feel like my heart is beating faster. I don't know if it actually is.

On the outside, nothing. Nothing showing what's going on on the inside.

It's that buzz that makes me wish I could get up from my chair and just run. Run. Run until my lungs are hurting, my legs are cramping and I'm drenched in sweat. Maybe then will the buzzing stop.

The buzzing that makes me think if I just relaxed I would snap.

If I could, I would get on a plane and head home home for a few days. To the people who have known me for more than 2 years, the people who knew me before so many things happened. To the people who always make me feel safe. To the people where no games exists. Where I can see the familiar things, breathe in the familiar air, smell the familiar smells. Where I don't have to try so hard.

I just want to rest. I'm so tired. Just a few minutes rest. Or a few hours. Where it's quiet.