Apr 23, 2020
Overthinking
The conflicted girl found her refuge in staring out of the window. The night seemed to be cool and placid, and she found herself being envious of its apparent ease. Why did those branches get to sway so freely without a care in the world, when she was plagued with so many hectic scenarios? Why was the street so clear and empty, when it was a mockery of her own head? Those streetlights were shining down on nothing but asphalt. If anything was illuminated by her brain, no one would be able to decipher half of the things flowing throughout it. It was strange to think of it that way, but when her mind was so chaotic, she couldnβt help it. She just wished she didnβt think that much.
