Lost, Found, And Chosen.

Thoughts At Night

Tonight must just be one of those nights.

Patiently laying on my bed, waiting for the sweet release of melatonin to put me down.

Staring at the 4 corners of my room,

laying still, yet I've never been more active.

I ponder the what if questions.

What if my style was better? What would life be like if... etc.

Why cant as we humans be okay with what we have?

Like a lynx as it shovels though its lunch, hoping to find more though its already full;

I want more.

But I also wonder, is it wrong to want more?

Is it wrong to just want it because it's there?

I don't think so as I've made my own personal morals.

If I'm human I don't claim to be clean, I'm okay with a little dirt on my hands...for the time being.

But, I question too much, I question too little.

I continuously wonder what life would be like if i didn't feel the need to rely on someone,

become the literal embodiment of Wednesday Addams.

One who has literally not a damn to give.

One who wished to live alone, solitude, confidentiality, suspense.

Why couldn't that be me.

I see you dear reader,

Confused in this eluded, foreplay of words which are void of meaning to the wrong ears.

You may take some of this and understand but the most important, are in between the lines.

Question this dear reader,

And maybe in your questioning will i find my answers.

And maybe id finally get some well deserved sleep.