Good Night.

Those minutes when I'm 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 "What's going to happen tomorrow?"
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 hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again.
The split second before sleep is,
the most active seconds of my life.

Good Night.

Alex