onehundredeightynine.

I've got that feeling in my toes that I need to walk on and on until my legs feel like giving out on me. Leave my phone behind, and be alone with just my thoughts for while. So many things are circulating through my mind, faster than I can grab them from the air in order to pick them apart. Why though? Why does night time always bring around with it, a simple sense of inevitable impending demise? I feel like I'm just crumbling away, disappearing, there's really nothing I can do about it. There's no rope, no anchor to hold me down to the ground anymore. I just want to speed up time and wake up where I'm going to be a few months from now. I know this "in between time" is going to be the hardest of all. I just really want to wake up somewhere new, somewhere fascinating, somewhere refreshing.

For every dark night there is a brighter day.