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.

E sabe qual foi a melhor coisa quando o relógio virou a meia noite pro primeiro dia do ano? Foi olhar nos seus olhos e ver que você estava ali comigo. E que sempre estará..

Text by tataameirelles

Posted January 12, 2011 at 8:46am