Fearless in my Dreams :)

okay but midnights are really for the gays. night is for the gays. the moon is gay, she told me herself. who better understands the feeling of internal turmoil that keeps you awake at night and what it’s like to confront our demons and the thrill of dreams running wild and the cover of night wherein our anxieties expand while our thoughts envision idillic could-be’s and a reckoning of the self so personal and raw and the laying awake all night kind of mindset where you question who you really are and who you love and all you’ve done and known and what you could be and what your life could look like if things were a certain way, if maybe come morning things could be different and you could live free of the questions of freedom and fear that so often fill your midnight air

okay but midnights are really for the gays. night is for the gays. the moon is gay, she told me herself. who better understands the feeling of internal turmoil that keeps you awake at night and what it’s like to confront our demons and the thrill of dreams running wild and the cover of night wherein our anxieties expand while our thoughts envision idillic could-be’s and a reckoning of the self so personal and raw and the laying awake all night kind of mindset where you question who you really are and who you love and all you’ve done and known and what you could be and what your life could look like if things were a certain way, if maybe come morning things could be different and you could live free of the questions of freedom and fear that so often fill your midnight air