I wondered what to write about on my way home. Should I dive more into my feelings or should I try a more creative type of writing. A small story perhaps. Maybe something that I can continue during my experiment.
Okay so I just tried that idea.....not ready for that yet. I write like crap. Seriously. Where did my english teachers go wrong????
My mind feels clear. My thoughts, pure.
I sit alone in my bed, waiting on something.
But what is there to wait on?
What else can go wrong on this winding road?
And when can I get off.
When can I leave this island of nothing,
And come to a land of happy.
A land of love.
A land of joy.
Waiting on joy.
Waiting on love.
So yeah....no idea where that came from. I feel like the time for bed is here, but I know that if I lay down, sleep won't come to me. Sleep won't happen. As much as I want it to, it won't. My mind will toss and turn and think and stray and drive me out of my mind. I feel as if I am slowly going insane. I am slowly loosing what little bit of sanity I still had left after everything.
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