Angst

I'm restless today. It's the kind of restlessness that would make you kill a man without hesitation. The kind where if the sun hits you just right, all sorts of unimaginable atrocities may occur. The type that leads you to self-mutilation and destruction.
I smoke a cigarette. I stare at the endless white ceiling and try to keep placid. But this restless has formed a life of its own inside of me. It started as a gentle gnaw of procrastination, and now is an adult-sized mammal ready to roam.I am aware of all the duties that I am disregarding today, which will only lead to a bigger to-do-list later on. My head screams and my body rebels, and the agitation becomes unbearable.