what it is my body if not made for love?
ae.
3:04 and i'm awake with barking dogs along the highway where you can surmise that there's always a drag race. i couldn't force myself back to sleep and even if i want to, my thoughts are bugging me to write something my hands are not even aware of. i wanted to sleep, god knows how much i want to, but my mind's in a giant mess.
i am my biggest traitor. i love my enemy so much that they couldn't afford to hurt me anymore (they're my friends). i love to understand them for as long as i can. i would as long as i could, and even if i couldn't, i would— still. i am not still as loving as my mother, she's incomparable. i know i just love enough and i couldn't stop it. what it is my body if not made for love?
i guess, i would write myself to sleep again. these thoughts are creeping in outside the jar i forced to close back when it was just 8:18 and i went to bed with 9 hours before my alarm went off. so pardon me my thoughts are disorganized. it's 3:12 and i think i'm falling back to sleep.
