Life is strange and it's hard ot make sense of it. Maybe we're not supposed to make sense of it. All I have is this night...the silence of the night air. I wish things could always be this peaceful.
The stereos are silenced. The pencils are down. The computers are slowly being shut off.
All that's left to hear is the sound of your thoughts, a haunting idea, indeed.
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Why am I always the one to think and never the one to do? Sometimes I wish it were the other way around. Or at least I wish I could find a happy median. Is there is even a such thing as a happy median???
I need to stop thinking and find the off switch for my brain.
Go to bed. Stop thinking.
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