Its currently Sunday night and meanwhile i should be trying to preserve as much sleep as i can for tomorrows dreadful school day
I am wide awake tossing and turning in this quite uncomfortable bed of mine thinking about him
Whoever he is i can’t seem to get my mind off of him
How could someone spend moments thinking of a person they have no idea exists
Its not even some fantasy dream guy i envision because when i think of this mystery man i don’t think about his image or his age or even who he is.
I envision a boy that is just as poetically beautiful as any poem
He reminds me of the moon on an empty night sky with no stars in sight due to the populated lights that beam the sky
I see a person with so much depth about them and so much worth finding out that it excites me
Although it makes my mind go in loops just trying to imagine who ‘he’ is
I feel some sort of happiness throughout my body
It makes me feel crazy that i can be so obsessed with just a thought
But also makes me wonder that what if this mystery boy is out there
Somewhere in the world having a whole other life
And maybe one day in my future we’ll happen to bump into each other in an unexpected place
Whoever it may be I’m hopping it will be one incredible person to be keeping me up late nights burrowed in my own silly imagination.