When you lie awake at night and stare at your ceiling, it's almost like your entire world closes in for you. Like all aspects of your life are piecing together while you slowly begin to see and realize things that you have never before. That's why I call this, Thoughts I Have at Midnight. Because at midnight is when my world makes sense.
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What wonders it would do. If you understood what I went through. If each thought and each feeling I experienced somehow bounced off my head and found it’s way into yours. If each tear and giggle I expressed somehow made sense in your heart before I even gathered the nerve to explain it. If each devious plan and loving desire I brewed up, somehow over flowed and drowned your doubts about my, what you would call, beautiful craziness. Oh what wonders it would do… if you even began to understand what I go through. Only then you would you really grasp how much I love you.
Idk man… Life moves fast. Too fast. Run. Jump. Hop. Love. Hate. FUCK.
I feel like as people get older they start to give up on one another. They don’t love quite as selflessly, they don’t trust quiet as much. They laugh at each others dreams, they belittle self esteems. They forget the bond of friendship, they lose their sense of faith. They ignore their core values, they begin to play with fate. It all happens so fast, that too many don’t even realize. But sometimes I feel like, as people get older they start to give up on one another… perhaps maybe, it’s because they gave up on themselves first.
Is there a way to escape? To run away and never have to look back. Is there a way to go so far away in your own mind that no one else can find you? To travel to a distant land yet be present right here. Is there a way? Because I’ve been looking for a way to get lost… But not feel so lost.
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“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
MASKS
She had blue skin
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by—
and never knew.— Shel Silverstein
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