Tonight isn’t just another restless night. I can’t stop thinking no matter how tired i get. Every memory I ever made seems to find its way into my brain in a weird string of thoughts. All the people who are gone are running laps in my head. It was 10:30 and then it was 11:00 and now it’s 12:45. I remember things as profound as my first kiss and memories as vague as the lunch I had on june 30th when I was 7. I remember the smell of my first car and the scenery on the way to the funerals. and it won’t stop because tonight isn’t a restless night. I’m dead tired; my eyes can’t even stay open. But then all i do is think and think and think. all the ways i could have said i love you and all the times i didnt. every new person i met and all the ones who let go. cause tonight isn’t a restless night
