Silent Mode

It was two A.M. when I wondered if there were people like me lying in bed and staring at the ceiling right then.

Their reasons to struggle over a night's sleep was beyond me - though I couldn't help but feel sympathy for whoever was doing their best just to end the day.

I chuckled. What a funny word "end" was. It marks a term and strips anything off of its purpose. Picture this: most of what you do in a marathon is running or walking. After you've crossed the finish line, the marathon's ended but you're most likely to run or walk again in the future... but it's no longer a marathon since the marathon's ended.

Did any of that make sense?

I shrugged as an answer to my own question.

The side where I lay started feeling warm so I rolled to the other to keep cool and faced my window. A braided bracelet that sat ontop of my sidetable awakened the resting butterflies that lived in my stomach.

"Not again." I whispered as I clutched my pillow. Thoughts of a sunny day and two boys chatting filled the room with a mixture of thick emotions of varying tatste. One so lost in thought as he stared into the dark brown eyes of the other who was smiling ear to ear. They both lost track of what they were talking about and started a staring game where both were winners.

Sweet, bitter...

Painful.

And a faint warmth was all that I could inhale in the thick cloud of my imagination. A hum on the tip of my nose and between the eyes threatened me to well up - but I didn't.

Then I sighed as I closed my eyes once more.

This nonsense and wishful thinking felt useless.When  I realize thisd, everything subsided to anirritableg buzw

Just another fit, nothing new.

See, I've been  trying to get over a boy all night...

An for the past year.

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My Phone's Not On Silent Mode But I Still Check

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