Here's to Those Nights

Here's for those nights where your mind wanders wild. The nights where you silently ramble inside. Whether it be pretending to talk to an old friend; or revisiting memories.

Those are the nights where you are bursting with creativity, and where everything around you pulses to the beat of your mind as it blazes down the many paths of inspiration.

Those are the nights when the clock runs, but you swear that time stops, because you know that you are solely focused on being alive. 

There are no rights or wrongs, no shoddy plans; just bliss and hope, twinkling as bright in your eyes as they do in a lover's.

Here's for those nights; for those are the nights that you leave the world, and you truly run free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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