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.
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.