She is still restless

There is something missing in her life. She knows not what it is. She feels emptiness and longing all at the same time. She knows not what she longs for. Nothing seems to satisfy her anymore. She has developed an appetite that is incapable of satiation. She fills her days with activities in an attempt to ignore the restlessness. But it is there. Ever present. Lingering. Lurking. She knows not what it means.

Sometimes she feels like running away. But from what? She knows not. And to where? She knows not. Sometimes she wishes she could just disappear into oblivion. Pretend that she never existed. Walk into nothing.

Perhaps it is just a phase. Perhaps it is something spiritual. Perhaps she needs a change. Perhaps she thinks too much. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

She is tired. She is losing hope. She has to figure it out fast. For her own good. For her sanity.