Late nights


Its 3:52 a.m
And on nights like these i don't know where i am...i don't mean physically i mean mentally but the grasp of the words people have thrown at me leave my body paralyzed in my bed. People oftenly ask me why im so quiet and always have my nose in a book..i say "it's what i love doing" but thats half of the truth actually just an excuse... I feel alone and the books i read wrap their hands around me and give me a home. I am a girl that is in love with the way the moon glows at night , how could something be so beautiful in the dark and shine so bright...i think of myself as if i am the moon. I dont light up the world but i wonder if sometimes i light up a room....

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I stay up late night which typing helps me get stress off of my shoulders and i came up with this.