I don't pretend to be a great writer, or super funny, or super insightful, or super anything. Maybe super boring, but that's not for me to judge really... So to make a comparison between myself and a truly great writer and poet, I will always come up short. But I'm going to do it anyway, because I can feel his pain right now.
So I'm going to come out and say it, my soul is troubled within me. That statement sounds like something King David would have said in his psalms. Because sometimes I feel afflicted like he was. Maybe not to the extent he was. Nobody is coming at me and trying to kill me. But then again, nobody made me a monarch either. So my little afflictions match my little achievements.
I actually don't even know why I am so restless tonight, but something just feels wrong within me. There is just something not right. Some longing and I don't know what it is. I can't put a finger on it. Something that just troubles my soul tonight. Something that's missing. Maybe it's like that Death Cab song, I feel just like a tourist in the city I grew up in. Does that mean it's time to go?
I just need some rest for my soul.
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