Most nights I just can’t get myself to sleep. I can’t stop reflecting on how much I overthink. Does anybody actually care the way I think they do, is this just my mind playing tricks on me – leading me to believe that it is true?
On an airplane, I glide – through the sky of my mind. Looking back over all of the times I failed, but tried.
My brain is on autopilot, and it just won’t let me go. It is set on overdrive, and how to stop it – I am yet to know.
I’m in love with my broken heart, alongside my sadness. At least it is something – through the glass mirror in the face of my dreams. It is reasons such as this why I just cannot get to sleep.
