Midnight Musings

Lying awake in bed, as a teen, is... hard. Specially when you care nothing about high school drama, or crushes, or other stuff that you're supposed to care about. When you lie there, and think of how messed up everything in this world really is. When you lie awake and wonder and marvel at the point of existence and find no reason or rhyme. When your mind wanders off to that boy in the skate park that fell down and didn't get up for an hour, or the girl who you found crying in a bathroom stall. When you blink your eyes and clench your fists and regret that you didn't offer your hand to them because you didn't know how.

I've wanted to change the world, and then not so much, because I realised I wouldn't be able to fix it all.

But in those days, of hopeless sorrow, or intense hope, or even the rare happiness - my midnight musings have always brought forward thoughts that I didn't want to lose. And therefore, now I give them to you, dear reader, in hopes that you will keep them alive and well and.... there.
This is a book of poetry, but it is also a present.
From me,
To you.