midnight thoughts (compilation of things i came up with)

“hair holds memories” but i have long ass hair and cptsd 

you stare at the moon while the sun gives you life, have you ever wondered how the sun feels after getting up every single day and you taking for granted that it will come out tomorrow again every single day and give us light and warmth? 

my town is haunted by the faint remains of memories of people i used know, and they wander around revealing old muffled conversations about how bad we wanted for time to stop 

the first look is always dreamy and doe-esque, while the last look is always teary, broken and dreadful 

why is it always so complicated with me? why am i always up to some bs??