Active mind

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow I think a lot. I think about everything and anything. It varies from “What am I doing with my life?” to “Where should I run away next?” The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. The spilt second before sleep is the most active second of my life.