Conversation anxiety.
It's a thing.
The overwhelmed feeling when you're trying to analyse the conversation you're currently having, before it has even finished. Was I enough?
That feeling of uneasiness and discontent in every conversation, feeling that you should be somewhere else.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
I know that.
I know that I should be present in the moment and I am where I am meant to be.
But it's hard to get my heart to believe that.
Instead, so often a frantic, restlessness overcomes me.
My thoughts can sometimes rule me.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Skies Of Life
ŞiirJust as the sky is different each day so are my thoughts. Here's a window to my thoughts. *disclaimer: I don't always understand them.
