I have this urge to write, or type something. My fingers ache wanting movement within each word across this page. My head is telling me to type something worthwhile, something that might get comments.

I have this urge to wake up early tomorrow morning and run. Just run for hours and never stop. My legs want to do, and I can feel them trying to take over the normal thoughts in my head. My head who is telling me that it will be too cold, and you haven't ran in a week.

I have this urge to be with someone. Just to be with a boy, and be able to say I have a boyfriend. My head will tell me that is a silly thought. That no one will be good enough, and that you should wait till you are really ready.

I have this urge to tell my head just to stuff it. I think I might listen to it a bit, pick and choose what I want to follow. Cause sometimes my head doesn't know what it is talking about. Then again, no one can be without a brain.

Cara