rest less

I'm the most anxious I've been in a very long time. This foreign sense of urgency has been weighing on my chest for the past 48 hours and has managed to sink down to my stomach giving me that gut-wrenching, but not quite nauseous feeling. I'm afraid to decipher the meaning behind all of this because these symptoms are faintly familiar, like an old tune my mother used to hum as I fell asleep. I can't quite put a name on it. I have a slight hunch, but I'm praying to god it's wrong. All the time in the world and I'm using it to contemplate, slowly draining myself mentally. Anarchy at its finest in my own head. I swear if I had a choice, I'd be doing better things, thinking about brighter things.