journal of reality

midnight thoughts

Thoughts I have at midnight. Some are legitamate. Others are on the verge of dreams. Some dreams seem like realistic goals. Others are about me riding a unicorn into the rainbow sunset with a narwal swimming along side me. Some of my thoughts drift off from questions. How? Why? When? My mind seems to be fried in the middle of the night. But really, the night has fried fake thoughts and thoughts that are not mine out of my mind. I can finally let my mind breathe and tell me what it has been trying to say the whole day. I let my mind wander through the endless space of impossible possibility. This might be written in giberish, but at least I know it's mine and it's true.