Midnight Fantasy

I know what it feels like. To stay up late not being able to sleep because your mind and your heart are going 100 miles an hour. I know the longing: the need. The need to create. The impatience of inspiration not yet jotted down; not yet performed; not yet composed. I know the desire of a star-sprinkled dream, glistening on the waters of the heart. The helplessness of staring at a not-yet-full potential, yet not being able to do anything about it. Of idling the hours away just anticipating your future success, and wishing that time would just speed up.

Or rewind.

I know what it feels like to miss laughing. To rant on and on in your mind about life’s cliché-est moments.

And to refuse to be what others have been to you.



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