Just thinking

A sideblog where I'll post some of my late night thoughts.

[after-midnight-thoughts]

And the cold wind caresses me like a lover might on lonely nights, taking the heat but leaving my passion and my drive, drifting and leaving as he goes

[after-midnight-thoughts]

And every sunset and moonrise is ephemeral like the last, but they'll go on until the end of time, how I wish I could too. How I wish I could see them all and bask in their light

[after-midnight-thoughts]

I wonder about the trees, what would they see? What would they hear, had they stood just where they do today since all those years ago, the stories they could tell, if they could talk

[after-midnight-thoughts]

And if these buildings were to crumble, turning back time hundreds of years, I'd fall to the ground, floating for a moment in time, suspended in the same sky they'd look upon so long ago in times past and so far into the future.

[after-midnight-thoughts]

And drift just like the clouds, shapeless in the sky, looked upon by those who dream and hope, and keep them going on

[after-midnight-thoughts]

I wish I could reach up and touch the stars, caress them with my hands. And kiss them with my lips, turn into the light they give

[after-midnight-thoughts]

And just imagine how it was. And just imagine how it used to be, illuminated by the moon

[after-midnight-thoughts]

Why would I rather be cold in the quiet than warm in the bustle?

[after-midnight-thoughts]

On clear nights I can see the stars so much better. I wish it was like this every night

[after-midnight-thoughts]

It's so cold but the clouds are rolling in. It'll be better.

[after-midnight-thoughts]

There's a weird noise. My mind always thinks it might be something terrifying and horrible but it's probably just a bird

[after-midnight-thoughts]

Every now and then a car or person passes by. It's so late, almost three am. I always wonder who they are, where are they going? What's their life like? Do they have troubles? I wish I knew. I wish I could help. But there's a beauty in not knowing

[after-midnight-thoughts]

The stars always look so kind

[after-midnight-thoughts]

There's that big building that sometimes lights up super bright. I still don't know what it is but it kind of looks like it's on fire. Somehow that brings me comfort

[after-midnight-thoughts]

The noise disrupts the silence and cuts through my thoughts, it makes me feel so bad. I want to die I want it to end, it all feels so endless sometimes

[after-midnight-thoughts]

I don't know why I still find comfort in the thought if you, you never gave me something tangible to show you cared. Or maybe I missed it. Or maybe you didn't know how. Or maybe you just didn't care.

[after-midnight-thoughts]

I still think about texting you on nights like these because it gives me comfort, the thought that you might answer, even though I know you won't and that it shouldn't.