Wrote this last night-

Its 3 am

And I’m thinking

That there could be so many people out there

who have someone to share their lives with

someone to talk to

and I can’t help but wonder

why no one wants to talk to me.

                                 

And more thoughts come

As sleep refuses to provide any peace

And before anything breaks deep inside

I just leave it at that.

Its 3:12 now

I still can’t sleep.

Now I’m thinking about

What life would be like

To float around in different cities

Drawing faces that touch my heart

And writing poetry

That will hopefully touch their heart

And the thought brings a smile to my face

Because I know

Someday I’ll do

Everything

I've always wanted to.