I paint pictures in my mind
Pictures of what could be
Yet I make no effort to strive for them
Maybe it's because I'm lazy
Maybe it's because I know they're out of reach
Maybe it's because deep down,
I know it's not meant for me
But these beautiful pictures of what could be
Big family and close friends
Morning walks with a loved one
Late night phone calls
These portraits of a pretty future
Aren't meant for me
It hurts
It hurts to be able to clearly envision what you want
And to know it's something you can never have
I long to live out the pictures I have drawn
But they're meant for good lives
And I don't think a good life is in the cards for me
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Late Night Overthinking
PoetryA collective of poems I've written, generally late at night, to help organize my thoughts and just generally cope with things in life.
