Most nights, I find myself kept awake by my thoughts.
I stare up at my ceiling that's shrouded in the dark and allow my mind to run wild, which isn't something you should do when your mind wanders into the deepest darkest place you can imagine on a regular basis.
So I stay awake, staring at my ceiling and looking at my sister in the bed beside mine.
I can't help but think of how much I want to be her.
And that's got me thinking of my twin brother. Yes I said twin, and I put emphasis on that because
When you're a twin, a whole lot is expected of you. You're expected to get along with your twin, to be super close to them, to know them the way you know yourself.
But how can I know him, when I haven't the slightest clue about myself?
And with that, I'm now thinking of college and school and careers and what exactly do I want to do in my life but I just don't know.
J just dont know what I want.
And then suddenly it's five a.m. and your eyes are droopy like something's been holding them awake for the past 6 hours.
And I fall into a dreamless slumber until I have to wake up again at 6:30.
So You see, most nights I stay up thinking about who I am, and what I Want to be.
And most nights, I can't draw a conclusion to any of those two questions.
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
