I often sit here on most nights like these.
It gets dark early and folks go to bed early
The birds take there slumber
And I am left awake dissociating.
Dreaming of a place
A better place than this, I often spend my time sitting alone scrolling brainless on my phone forgetting that life i live, watching short clips
Daydreaming and wishing to create a life different from my current life
Dark nights like these make me reflect and often filled with sadness as im hopelessly grasping I life that I can never have just outta reach
Maybe just that one hopeless day I can reach that Dream ~ 🥀
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Non-FictionThe secrets of dark poetry, the dark side of the truth writen in beauty.