Do you ever lay awake at night staring at the ceiling, or nothingness, while thinking about everything and then some? And then wake up the next day and run laps around the thoughts you had from the previous night?

I usually keep it all in because, ya know.. what can I say that hasn’t already been said before? But if I do open up, it will probably be more than you were expecting.

And it seems like I’m a person who is understood with time. At least that is what I’ve gathered from others. Don’t get me confused with my imagination. That thought was just a branch of something invisible. So don’t hold it against me.

This is why art saves my life.