Late Night Layover Thoughts

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.

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