Sometimes the night is just too dark for my liking.
Sometimes it’s too quiet.
Sometimes my mind is too loud.
Sometimes I realize how loud the second hand is on my clock.
Sometimes I wish we didn’t need sleep at all.
Sometimes the traffic outside sounds like the ocean.
Sometimes I stare at the artwork on my walls and try to get lost in the scenery.
Sometimes I miss home.
Sometimes I pray to my grandmothers.
Sometimes I wonder what my dog thinks of me when I don’t sleep.
Sometimes I hate.
Sometimes I love.
Sometimes I cry.
But just sometimes.
I know all those feelings 💜
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Softly chaotic. Early morning musings. The purest form.
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