Dear lover,
Tonight is a night where I won't sleep.
Sleep is not on my mind as I think of how the world works. I sit and close my eyes, laying on my back and pondering life in ways you'd find strange. Thinking of things I'd never speak in fear of being thought crazy. Crazy in an... OK way though, I promise.
Thank you for being there to listen. I know you're asleep and are not actually reading what I text you. I apologize for the late night messages about the cashiers colorful aura I saw earlier this week, how I'm thinking about what it meant or the messages about how I'm so incredibly terrified of death.
Just, thank you for being there. I know you might be busy, or not even care. But you let me know you're there and that's what matters to me. So thank you.
- An existentialist
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Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
