There are nights when your body is exhausted, your eyes are closed, and yet your mind refuses to let go.
A conversation from earlier keeps replaying, each time with a slightly different ending.
You adjust what you said, imagine how it could have gone better,
wonder how it was received.
Just as that begins to fade, something else rises up…
a decision you haven’t made yet, something coming up tomorrow, something that feels uncertain. The mind moves quickly, almost urgently, as if staying in motion is somehow necessary.
You can feel it happening, and yet you can’t seem to interrupt it. The thoughts don’t feel optional. They feel responsible, like something will be missed if you stop paying attention.
And somewhere in that quiet, tired space, a question begins to surface… why can’t I stop this?