Sometimes lying on my bed thoughts just filter though my mind. As the night continues I stay there in thoughts. Some good. Some bad. Some odd. Sometimes I won't even fall asleep because I'm deep in thought. You may say I'm an insomniac but I don't think I am. These are thoughts I usually don't have time to think about during the day. From theories, to people, society, music, myself, family, etc. I don't know when or how it started but I like it. I guess this is the only time I get to really be myself.
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
