Everything alright.
Just like it should be.
.
And after a few moments calm contentment
the frustration rises in the hollowness chaos left behind.
It's like everything inside me and around me itches.
Instead of feeling happy, the calmness fills me with fury.
.
So i punch a pillow.
Go for a two hour walk.
Pick a fight.
Tease and push someone until they get rightfully angry with me.
And then the universe balances itself out again.
.
Until the next time.
I fill my days, stuff them, with to-dos.
Make sure the only time i'm standing still is when i'm sleeping.
I laugh intensely and talk lots.
Sometimes i forget it.
Sometimes i see it coming.
.
What am i running from?