It's 3am, and I am thinking.
Thinking of nothing.
Thinking of everything.
Thinking of how people treat each other.
How the human body is treated like cake when it should be treated like gold.
Thinking of how humans are social animals that thrive off of social interaction and suffer without it.
How our brains rewire themselves in the troublesome years we call adolescence.
How our minds are the most incredible and diverse things.
Thinking of how we love to hurt.
Ourselves and each other.
How we love to rip each other apart. How we love to keep each other alive.
How sometimes they are one in the same.
Thinking of how pain is our favourite feeling. A vicarious thrill that we can't keep away from.
Thinking of how we've been silenced.
How we are scared of the words 'sex' and 'vagina' and 'virginity';
How we are scared of our bodies, our minds, ourselves.
Scared of our hands because of the potential they have.
Scared of our voices because of the change they can cause. They can change anything. Everything.
Thinking of the little pleasures in life.
My favourite video game. The colour of the sky in autumn.
Christmas time and warm food and blankets.
The smell of cinnamon, literature, music, art.
Those little stupid conversations with the ones you love. About life. About love. About the whole world.
Thinking of the ones who have wronged me and what I would be like if I hadn't met them.
Thinking of the ones who complete me and what I would be like if I hadn't met them.
Thinking of the past.
The present.
The future -
Thinking of plans;
Of travelling, of seeing the world, of marriage and kids and settling down;
Thinking of buying a house on the coast,
One where I can wake up every morning to the smell of the sea, and comfort, and eternity;
Thinking of how I am going to die one day
But finding comfort in the knowledge that my life will be long,
And thinking of all the people I'm going to spend my finite life with...
It's 3am.
This is what I am thinking about.
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confessions of a thinkaholic : poetry and prose
PoetryThere are a lot of thoughts in my head. Sometimes I turn them into poems. Here's a collection of poems, or miscellaneous pieces of writing, that I'd like to share.
