Late

Late, can't sleep. Too many things going through the head. I've been holed up in my room all night by myself. I'm going to throw some stuff down to get it out.

I wish I could say I'm being productive, but I'm not. I'm letting my thoughts run in circles again.


I feel like there is much to say, but I can't think of the words.

I've recently found myself lost in a set of eyes that I really didn't want to get lost in.

I feel like there is much I can't say, but somehow it gets communicated anyway.

I think one of my close friends is lost and doesn't know it, and may not ever know it, and I cannot point the way. And that makes me sad.