Thoughts in a Box

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from "what am I doing with my life?" to "Did I have homework?" The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I have it because brings up things I rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is th most active seconde of my life. Here is my box of thoughts.

Não sinta o frio ou o vento ou a chuva..

E se a lua teve que ir pra longe. E todas as estrelas não quiserem brincar. Não desperdice o sol no dia chuvoso. O vento logo ira soprar tudo pra longe …

Posted December 28, 2010 at 1:03pm