Late Night Dance

[builtgodnowwhat]

It’s 2 in the morning. I’m tossing and turning, but no position can get me to sleep. I have the urge to write, so here I am writing. I got a bad case of something. I’ve sobered up and my mind is spinning. My words feel blank, as if any word I type is mad. I’m dancing with the feeling, trying to figure it out. My brain is blank, and my eyes feel sad as if they’re trying to turn on a faucet. All the words I’m saying now feels weird. All I can say is I understand, but forever I will love you as a friend. I wish I said more than the words “I understand” but I was still processing my thought. You’re a memory I’ll still hold onto. If you end up reading this, I am okay with sharing my writings with ya. I don’t wanna lose ya in any way.

I pray to keep my feelings in line. Im a hot mess atm.