It’s always the middle of the night when the mind decides to talk.
Everyone else is asleep, but here I am—eyes wide open, thoughts louder than ever.
Old memories, unsent messages, things I wish I said
They all come back, like they’ve been waiting for the world to go quiet.
And I wonder—why does everything hurt more at night?Why do I feel everything, all at once, when I should be resting?Overthinking isn’t just thinking too much.
It’s feeling too deep.
It’s remembering things you tried so hard to forget.I lie there, staring at the ceiling, having full conversations in my head.
Making up endings. Replaying beginnings. Searching for peace in pieces.But maybe not every thought needs fixing.
Maybe I don’t need answers at 2 AM. Maybe I just need to breath and let it pass.
Some nights break me. Some nights heal me.
But every night teaches me something.
And tonight, I’m just flowing with it.
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