2am Rambles

Its bound to be an Owl Eyes night, tonight. Figures. I don't have a lot of nights different than that. Too much to do. Too much to think about. Too much to smile about. Too much to stress out about. Too much to handle normally, really. Its all too much but anything other than just that wouldn't be roped inside what I like to brag about.

Today was pretty. Productivity throughout the chilly day and the frozen night ended in kisses. 

Why, though, does tomorrow always have to loom over my sleepless head? Why is my mind incapable of embracing laying lazily on the couch and keeping my thoughts there? What if I don't want to worry about what tomorrow is going to put on the plate? What if I like being oblivious to the fact that I'm technically an adult? Wishful thinking, again... One of my talents.

At least if I slept I could live inside of a dreamland for a while before reality becomes a part of me, again, you know? They say the overly-creative minds don't need as much sleep. I wish I wasn't so overly-creative, in that case. 

Well, the night is getting closer to becoming the morning. Perhaps I should try again to sleep? Or at least relax a while.

Goodnight, goodnight. 

putting an end to it

i'm shutting down, its an overwhelming feeling i can't break off my sleeve.
i'd rather have the truth than something insincere. wouldn't you, too?
your pretty little mind is chalk-full of happily-ever-after dreams and that smile on your face reminds you of your newly found butterflies.
somehow i have to be the one with enough courage to tell you its doomed, headed towards a path of disapproval. a trail they wouldn't follow.
this privilege is one i'm trying to figure out how to shy away from. but its too hard to stray away from what must be done for everyones good.
darlin', it just doesn't feel right, no one thinks so.
just because i have it, doesn't mean you need to, also.
i'm shutting down, its an overwhelming feeling i can't break off my sleeve.