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.

Eu menti. Descaradamente. Não que eu precisa-se mentir, nem que eu precisa-se ouvir. Eu menti pra ver se aquecia. Soou falso. Não aqueceu.

Posted March 14, 2011 at 11:05am | 1 note