I love those long minutes when I am alone with nothing but my pillow. There is nothing to disrupt my chain of though.
So I think. A lot.
Sometimes, I think about life. Sometimes, I think about God. Sometimes, I think about who I want to be. And sometimes, I think about ferrets. As you can see, it varies a lot.
I think too much. I can't help it.
My room is so still, so quiet. And my mind is so loud.
I hate it, a bit. All the thinking brings up things that I'd rather not think about. And its weird, because once I start thinking, I just can't stop.
I don't want to get into it though. That'll mean I'll have to think about it, and like I said, once I start, I can't stop.
Kinda like alcohol to an alcoholic who has just relapsed.
Such a bad analogy.
Am I even making sense? Its really late guys, excuse my stoner mind. I'll go back to counting stars now, and waiting to fall asleep.
This definitely is a weird post.
love, and love again,
alysha.
Sometimes it is tempting to stay awake thinking about things but I am always more tempted by the excitement dreams can bring.
ReplyDeleteaww i hope whatever it is that's concerning you isn't a huge problem, just think it's a new day! :)
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I'm exactly the same! My mind just doesn't switch off no matter how tired I am it's driving me crazy xxx
ReplyDeleteThinking is the salvtion of humans!!!x
ReplyDeleteI definitely know how that is...It's hard to just stop thinking...so much to think about.
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