Late night layover thoughts 7.15.15
I hate sleeping alone, but even more so I hate laying with someone who means nothing to me. It’s such a simple mantra that involves so many complexities.
It’s a maze that you can always see the end but is forever ongoing.
I know how I want to feel and most days I know who I want to feel that way for.
The hardest part is getting there.
We all have a destination.
But none of us fly first class.
There are layovers.
There are detours.
Skies less traveled.
I don’t want to be apart of the generation where forever doesn’t mean forever anymore.
I want to lead the revolution that has the potential to fulfill prophecies and remembers that things are sacred.
But these thoughts only come when I’m sleeping alone.